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About This Author
My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
 
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Everyday Canvas
"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
CHARLIE CHAPLIN
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
David Whyte
This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.
December 30, 2018 at 12:19pm December 30, 2018 at 12:19pm
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Prompt: Goodreads has a writing challenge each year. Do you participate in the challenge? How important to writing is reading other author's work? Do you read only books in your writing genre or do you mix it up?
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I don’t know about the writing challenge but I participate in Goodreads reading challenge. Reading is not a big achievement for me because I’ve read all through my life more than I did anything else. I consider reading to be a joy and a privilege.
This year with Goodreads my count is 135 even if I had pledged 75 books at the beginning of the year. My actual count may be even higher because I haven’t reported all the books I’ve read, especially those from the local library. Then, I usually finish every book I start, but there were those two books I stopped reading this year because I felt their authors wanted to be published more than focusing on the importance of the meaning in their words.
Although I seriously believe each person has something to add to the culture of humanity in general, no matter what the size of their know-how, it is puzzling to me that a writer can dare to spit out his/her words without doing any reading except for what he/she has read for schoolwork. Reading, especially in the genre one is writing in, is essential for analyzing and expressing oneself correctly.
Reading is crucial for people's well-being. According to scientists, it creates cognitive give-and-take that improves many things, such as vocabulary, thinking skills, and concentration, while also affecting empathy, social perception, and emotional intelligence, and all this may help people live longer.
Reading, for me, is more important than writing because my own experiences of this life are not enough. I want to get under other people’s skins and experience things as they've had. I also like to read from other cultures because we are one world and we are all so different and wide-ranging.
Usually, I am partial to the books under the “literary” heading in the bookstores and Amazon, which some reviewers say are boring or slow-moving, but I read in many genres because a book in any genre can be literary, too. I like all genres in general if a book speaks to me in some way or has an interesting story to tell. My least favorite genres are Erotica, Romance, and Horror. Yet, I have read and keep reading in those genres as well, for I have my favorites in them. I also read a great number of non-fiction books.
Usually, I have several books going at the same time. That is why I have two Kindle E-readers, four Kindle Fires, and a Nook. I also read on my cellphone. Physical books are great, too, but a bit more difficult nowadays because I have arthritis on my fingers and holding them is a chore. Still, I do read them.
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December 21, 2018 at 12:20pm December 21, 2018 at 12:20pm
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Prompt: Use this words in your blog today: elf, turkey, ham, wagging, feathers, doorbell and solstice.
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Oliver, The Elf
A Children's Story
Oliver the elf moans with pleasure while he munches and crunches on a turkey’s leg bone wrapped with a slice of ham.
He has been on strike for a few days now because Santa said nice things to Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer and didn’t pay any attention to the elves making all those toys. The elves have rights and feelings, too, thinks Oliver. It is a good thing he took over this empty house after leaving the North Pole.
The feathers of the turkey are still on the kitchen counter. Oliver has plans for shoving them into the mattress to make it more comfortable.
Then, the doorbell rings.
Oliver drops the food on the plate and goes to the door. Why it is the witch and the ogre who say they have come to alert him to tonight's winter solstice with a supermoon, a meteor shower, and Jupiter to roll in the sky.
The witch’s dog, Cerberus, wagging its tail, barks at the elf as the witch pushes her way into the kitchen.
“Turkey feathers!” she exclaims. “Just what I needed in my cauldron.” She gathers all the feathers and stuffs them in her bag.
The ogre follows her inside and his large eyes even grow larger when he sees the half-eaten food on the table. He attacks the food and gulps it down without even looking at Oliver.
The witch turns to Oliver. “We heard you left Santa’s workshop. So, we’ll all be here to keep you company.”
The ogre, still chewing the last morsels of Oliver’s food, adds, “Ogress Gryla, Yule Cat, and Perchta the sorceress also are on their way. Gryla and I have a weakness for Schnapps. We hope you have it or else!”
Oliver crosses his arms to keep them from shaking. “No, I don’t have Schnapps in the house,” he says. “I’ll go get a case right away from the garage.”
And Oliver rushes away from the house never to return. When all is said and done, there is work to be done at Santa’s workshop where he can live safely.
After all, who is he to be upset with Santa!
Prompt: What is the best thing that happened to you this year?
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I stayed alive and so did most people important to me. My dr.’s appointments went well, and blood tests were good, too.
Next best thing is nothing else too bad has happened, unless you might count the flooding in my kitchen because the piping under the faucet broke down and the porch drainage system has conked out on us. I still feel lucky because none of my Kindles or computers broke down. So, I am ahead half a step.
Prompt: "It is the sweet, simple things of life which are real after all." Laura Ingalls Wilder Do you agree with this?
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If by the word “real,” Ingalls Wilder means what we may appreciate, that depends on what sweet, simple things are. Since I don’t know in which context the quote was said, I might take it as dark chocolate, honey, a kind word, leaves dancing in the breeze and a myriad of other things.
Plus, what is real and what is not is not up to me to judge since neither I nor anyone else on this earth is the original creator of everything.
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December 18, 2018 at 6:26pm December 18, 2018 at 6:26pm
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Prompt: In figuring out--beforehand--what other people will do, how often do you get it right? Does your sixth sense or gut feeling help or does it confuse you?
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I seriously think the sixth sense is a God-given gift, and not everyone has it and/or not everyone can read it well.
My problem with it is that I sometimes don’t believe it, thinking it is my alter ego or my brain sending me a warped message.
Here is an example that happened a few decades ago. I was in a big city in a foreign country, which I am not going to name, but what one I might call a third-world country. In those days, I didn’t know what fear was. I was walking on a street, a main thoroughfare, where one could cross at the crossing signs quite safely, although the natives crossed it anywhere they wanted to and, more often than not, someone was hit by a vehicle.
I was going to get on the train across the street to visit a friend who had invited me to stay overnight. There were two crossing places that I could take. I wanted to take the first one because the crossing was shorter and it would also save me extra walking. When I stopped at the first crossing, I had this feeling in my midriff that something would go wrong. Someone even whispered, “Not here, it is risky,” but I thought it was my imagination. After all, being alone as a young woman in such a place can make a person be alert.
I looked around and there was nothing to worry about. The street was crowded and both sidewalks on opposite sides were full of people. So, I didn’t listen to my gut feeling. I crossed the street. On the opposite side, I was still feeling uncomfortable but I didn’t know what it was. I thought it was my mind playing tricks. Like me, many other people were going to the trains, and I didn’t notice anything, except that a certain person kept walking with me. I already had a ticket so I walked right in. Someone sat next to me on the train. He smelled, no reeked, of liquor. He was the same person walking behind me.
Then, he began talking. I answered, thinking he just wanted to talk, but a little later, he put his arm around me and he started saying far too forward things. One of them was that he had seen me while I was crossing the street and he was stunned. I wanted to get up, but he held me down. It was a very bad feeling. I told him, if he doesn’t stop, I’d scream. He said since I had been talking to him, everyone would think it a lover’s quarrel. At that time, I kept looking around and spotted a vacated seat across the aisle, plus the ticket conductor coming from the back of the wagon to punch the tickets. He was walking toward where I was. Thinking, the guy wouldn't dare to hold me down by force with the conductor in view, I suddenly arose and took that empty seat next to an old woman.
It wasn’t finished with that. When I got off the train, it was getting dark, and he followed me to my friend’s house. I was quite scared, simply because, in that country, if you made waves and got everyone’s attention, you would be the one to be blamed, and possibly, they wouldn't let me leave the country until they got to the bottom of things, which has happened to some foreigners. And, I didn't want to attract attention, anyway.
Other things also happened, but most of them were good, such as my gut feeling telling me to pick a certain-colored ticket from a jar to win a present.
I pay better attention to my sixth sense now, just about anything, but I am almost always unsure, at first, if the warning or the tip is my sixth sense, my judgment, or my imagination.
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December 17, 2018 at 8:31pm December 17, 2018 at 8:31pm
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Prompt: The meaning of life for some people can be the privilege of existence or to feel one’s worth or to own a dog or a myriad of other things. What is the meaning of life for you or, if you don't want to talk about yourself, someone you know or a character you’ve created?
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Life has so many meanings, and I don’t think our existence is a divine joke. The meaning of life is the meaning we each give to our lives. That meaning rests on our very own shoulders, and each one of us may have an individual meaning and a shared one with some others.
That meaning for me is the joy I get from being alive. It is when I am absorbed in watching, musing, thinking, reading, writing, doing something, or solving a problem or two. It is then that I feel absolutely happy because all I will ever have is whoever I am and whatever I make of myself.
Also, this means helping when I can and trying to keep away from hurting others, and not only people, other living beings, too. This means recognizing and respecting others and honoring them for who they are, even if they are very different from me.
I think the capacity to care for others is life’s deepest significance and it is what the Higher Being asks of us because while doing that, we elevate ourselves, too, whether we may be aware of it or not.
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December 15, 2018 at 12:07pm December 15, 2018 at 12:07pm
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Prompt: Use these words in your entry today: mistletoe, snowman, angel, cactus, demolish and pickles.
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A Silly Story
after a medieval tale
Against my angel’s warning, I stopped at an inn on a frigid, cruel, snowy day. I should have known. The inn had the shape of a crypt.
“Isn’t the shape of this inn enough to make you scared?” asked my angel, who--unseen by others--always accompanied me.
I shrugged. “It is just a shape.”
“The snowman outside has cactus for teeth,” whispered my angel while we entered through the front door. “And don’t stand under the mistletoe. Or else!”
“Or else what?”
“The innkeeper will stuff you into a barrel of pickles.”
Was she joking? So I laughed and boasted, “But I can knock down the barrel, raze it to the ground, and demolish the entire inn, as I am not a pickle.”
“If you think you’ll be saved by St. Nick, don’t keep your hopes too high. This inn is the only place St. Nick avoids.”
Maybe she had a point but what did she think I could do? Surely, I couldn’t dodge the mistletoe. It was everywhere, even hanging from the ceiling, and sure enough, I found myself in a pickle.
But then, a sweet voice arose through the nude branches of the bleak trees. “Ho, Ho, Ho!”
Me a terrestrial thing, I was ecstatic as you-know-who picked me out of the barrel.
“Honestly,” I said to my angel, “If I know that the one named Nicholas will rescue me, I’ll jump into any pickle barrel, again.”
“So cocky! But you win!” said, my angel.
Who says angels know everything!
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Well, this is how I demolish medieval tales such as this one:
After an old legend of two Spanish boys traveling home from a boarding school for the holidays. When they stopped at an inn for the night, the evil innkeeper, killed the boys and put them in a pickle barrel. That evening, St. Nicholas stopped at the same inn, and found the boys in the barrel and miraculously bought them back to life!
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December 14, 2018 at 6:42pm December 14, 2018 at 6:42pm
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Prompt: "Magic becomes art when it has nothing to hide."~ Ben Okri
"Magic lies in challenging what seems impossible".~ Carol Moseley Braun
Discuss these quotes in your entry today
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Magic is art when it has nothing to hide. This is when it becomes the hope to urge us to make the world a better place.
We all carry this hoping element inside ourselves ever since birth, especially when it isn't drained out of us. Being able to hope is a very strong power because hopes can turn to dreams and when we can, when our senses grow sharper and our abilities and capabilities are honed to a certain precision, then we can change what needs to be changed, create what needs to be created, and fix what needs to be fixed.
As there are many kinds of magic, what is most magical is the internal connectedness of life that we sometimes experience with people, beautiful sunsets, the ocean, the beach, a work of art, a kind word, a story or poem that speaks to us, feeling the hidden presences of the divine and those we love.
In that sense, we are all magicians, wizards, and adventurers with passion, purpose, and miracles in our hearts. If this isn’t magic, as art challenging what seems impossible, I don’t know what else to call it.
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December 13, 2018 at 12:06pm December 13, 2018 at 12:06pm
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Prompt: "Do or Do Not, There is no try." Yoda-Star Wars Write your views on this.
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Of course, and I love Yoda; although, if you judge the do’s by their outcomes, all my do’s translate to try’s.
Joking aside, hesitation is not a good thing. I don’t hesitate, something in my favor. Doing one’s best without hesitating is the only sane way, which this doesn’t mean one should jump into doing something without judgment either. After weighing the facts, hesitation is unnecessary.
Prompt: What things are you sensitive about?
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• When people are hurt, sick, upset, or in dire straits and I can’t do anything about it.
• When someone wrongly accuses someone else and there isn’t much I can do about it.
• When people or groups create anarchy when there isn’t enough reason for it.
• When my goodwill or good thoughts are taken as their opposites.
• I worry that I’ll get sick and be a burden to others even if they are professionals like nurses and caretakers.
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December 11, 2018 at 7:13pm December 11, 2018 at 7:13pm
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Prompt “Execution is something, but timing is everything.” Todd Stocker
What does “timing” mean to you? What happens when your timing is off?
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Timing may refer to many things that have to do with time or more like the time we spent on anything or if we did something on time, earlier, or later.
Timing in music and standup comedy refers to the use of tempo, rhythm, and pauses, in other words, synchronization.
The process of measuring the time for anything is also named timing, even someone’s memory’s performances are measured in RAM timings.
If you are an investor, your market timing will mean predicting future market movements.
In the mechanical world timing of the various parts of a machine is important for the machine to work properly.
When timing refers to our ability to do something at exactly the right time and the right way, I would have to say for myself, for my life events, my timing was sometimes on and sometimes off. Well, mostly off because of when I was born.
As to the timing of my birth, I would have loved to be born much later just to see where the electronic age will take us. Although being inept and terribly undertaught in all the electronics areas, I am intrigued and in awe with computing and programming. All the new findings cannot come fast enough for me because I am curious,    even if I can’t understand a thing because my timing to be born was off.
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December 10, 2018 at 12:03pm December 10, 2018 at 12:03pm
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Prompt: “For the twenty million Americans who are hungry tonight, for the homeless freezing tonight, literature is as useless as a knowledge of astronomy” Andre Dubus, Broken Vessels: Essays
What do you think? Is literature as useless as Andre Dubus says?
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This is Andre Dubus the father, not Andre Dubus III the son, and I can understand the author’s pain, but I don’t agree with his conclusion.
My point of view is, yes, our basic needs have to be met for us to live, at least, like well-cared pets or animals. Yet, I believe there is more to a human being.
Literature and, in fact, all arts reflect the culture they are created in. Especially in our day, literature expands our worldview and offers an appreciation for other cultures and beliefs. In this way and with getting deeper into the human psyche, literature shows us human nature and conditions that affect all people. Through literature, we learn to handle our and other people’s imperfections better and build better critical thinking and writing skills.
Literature can also signal and warn societies of the future. The imagined technologies in some of H.G. Wells’ stories have come true, haven’t they!
Then, who can forget the new modernism movement after the nineteen twenties and thirties when objects, not people, became important with writers? The poetry took objects as its main course and replaced people with them. The objects poets and writers gave importance to were domestic or man-made and they were mostly associated with everyday life. After all, their solidity and preciousness were something to be admired and their vulnerability to breakage encouraged some serious literary creations.
As the result, objects and not people became the most important thing. I am sure this idea of people not being so important influenced societies and the general thinking, and eventually, it led to people being herded in large groups into camps, gas chambers, armies, or other unlivable conditions.
As to Andre Dubus, the father, he spent all his life in a wheelchair, which made him a pessimist. The thing with pessimism is that what a pessimist says sounds as if it is reality and everything else is frivolous. This can make the people take a pessimist’s words as the gospel truth.
Also, Broken Vessels is a deeply religious book, which this quote is from. The book has a sense of spiritual righteousness which adds to its power of conviction as well as being not too specific because the author doesn't seek the material world, but the abstract regions of his own heart.
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December 8, 2018 at 5:32pm December 8, 2018 at 5:32pm
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Prompt: Creation Saturday, let your inspiration sweep you away, have fun free writing.
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NaNo Mourning
(You did say, have fun!)
just why didn’t I write it in Nano
a fantasy novel or so
roses, rainbows, unicorns
I almost forget to breathe
while I sigh for an imaginary coterie
stone centaurs in shadows
in the lamplit façade
of a castle, or an ephemeral event
with a touch of history
and cognac I may offer to a king
with a wolfish smile
and if I could, I would cross out
every word in my present text
and replace it at random
with my wayward fancy’s lies
and flaunt it in social media
such as a kid falling from the sky
holding a medical encyclopedia
or a fiery dragon that flies, carrying
a frilly princess on its back
resurrected willy-nilly from
my replaced faith in the literary
I almost forget to breathe
roses, rainbows, unicorns
a fantasy novel or so
just why didn’t I write it in NaNo?
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December 7, 2018 at 12:24pm December 7, 2018 at 12:24pm
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Prompt: Write a story or poem using this quote from Dylan as inspiration. Have fun!
“The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.”
― Dylan Thomas, Quite Early One Morning: Stories
Where I Live
(a persiflage to Dylan Thomas)
No “crisp paths” here
or December freeze,
but the grass is mostly green
if not torched by the sun,
and our “ghosts on dry toasts”
come out at night
as moles, raccoons, and wailing birds.
No snow to bury anything
but life to do us in, while we,
through our palm-sheltered days,
totter about and stumble
over our dark knots
whining, rasping, wheezing,
toward the predictable end
where the world never was.
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December 5, 2018 at 11:35pm December 5, 2018 at 11:35pm
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Prompt: What Christmas commercials have touched your heart this year?
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I really don’t watch TV much, and I don’t pay attention to commercials anymore. So, I can't really answer this question fairly, but I can write what I know about how commercials are made for Christmas or for any other thing.
Years ago, an ad-scriptwriter who used to work for an advertisement company told me that the commercials that work the best are the ones that tell a story. So, before anyone tries to put something on the market, they write a story first. In fact, they write several stories, and then, they choose the best story for their project.
Then they all have what they call a “swipe file” in which they accumulate just about anything, all ads, letters, brochures, postcards, flyers, etc. This is to get ideas and inspiration.
The media they’ll advertise it has to be decided upon first. Then, there’s a meeting of manager, assistant manager, marketers, scriptwriters, and artists, photographers, cameramen, etc.
For whoever is writing the script, the most important thing is the first sentence, which has to grab the attention. In other words, the hook has to be in the first sentence or the first visual. Usually, everyone works together on the script and the filming.
In the end, the manager has to approve the script and the video or whatever media is used. Only after that, the commercial goes to the marketer and is aired.
This is what little I know about making a commercial.
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December 5, 2018 at 8:40pm December 5, 2018 at 8:40pm
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Prompt: My Grown Up Christmas List By Kelly Clarkson What was on your Christmas List as a child? What is on your Christmas List as an adult? Do you wish you were a child at Christmas or are you happy with being an adult at Christmas?
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As a child, I wasn’t allowed to make a Christmas list for the simple reason that I was taught that Christmas and all holidays have deeper meanings than desiring material things. If I wanted something at any time, I would ask for it. Then, if my request was doable, the adults would see to it that it was fulfilled.
Not that I didn’t get anything on Christmas, other holidays, and my birthday, but whatever was given to me depended on the gift giver’s capability. To this day, I don’t do wish lists about material things. Maybe some books, once in a while, but as an adult, I can buy my own books, anyway.
Giving gifts is something else. I always liked giving gifts.
I saw this online for Christmas gift suggestions.
“To your enemy, forgiveness.
To an opponent, tolerance.
To a friend, your heart.
To a customer, service.
To all, charity.
To every child, a good example.
To yourself, respect.”
~ Oren Arnold
Then, we can always send good wishes to everyone, especially the wish for world peace.
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December 4, 2018 at 1:11pm December 4, 2018 at 1:11pm
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Prompt: What would improve your hometown? Can you convince your town’s officials to make a change that would improve your neighborhood?
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I think it is somewhat improved as far as the town government goes when compared to about ten-twenty years ago. At that time, we had a woman mayor whose husband had a business that had to do with anything building and fixing. Anytime, the husband needed work, the mayor found or invented something to be fixed, and the husband got the job, even though there were other bidders. Right now, some of those people who worked with her are still working in the town hall, and although the work seems to be okay, I am not comfortable with them. Electing totally new people has its downsides, too, because new people wouldn’t be able to relate to the ins and outs of the work, but I still like the few new people who are in the management positions at this time.
As to my neighborhood, I am pretty much satisfied with it. We have a keen and well-working neighborhood watch, and everyone is considerate of everyone else. What is not working as well is the garbage pickup. Not that they don’t pick up anything, but the garbage pickers throw the trash cans all over the place. I wouldn’t mind it if they threw mine on my property, but everyone’s thrash cans end up on the middle of the street. At each pickup day, we keep vigil to pick up the cans and then search for their lids that can be anywhere.
Another thing that sometimes doesn’t work is the mail. Normally, we have a wonderful mail-woman, with whom I struck a friendship, but when she goes on a vacation or takes off for a day or two, everyone’s mail service in the neighborhood breaks down. In such a situation, we get the mail at any odd hour of the day and everyone gets everyone else’s mail to boot. Yesterday, I drove three streets down to give someone else’s small package because when I put it in the mailbox for the mailman to retake it to its proper owner, he didn’t.
Other than that, things seem to work well enough, at least for the time being.
Can I change anything to get things to work better? That is an iffy thing.
As to the town’s problems, although they have open sessions and we can complain, not much happens…ever! So, we depend on our voting power. Most of the things they do we are not aware of, anyway. One of the new officials now sends me an email to tell me about town-sponsored events and activities and road repairs, which is much better than nothing.
Concerning the mail problems, the post office acted nicely when I complained once, and I eventually received a package that I was missing, but with the amount of mail that changes hands plus the packages of the season, I don’t want to give them more headaches, at this time.
As to the garbage pickup, the best thing I can do is to go after our trash cans. Our neighbors complained to the sanitation dept., but not much came out of it since they have hired a private company for the residential trash pickup.
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December 3, 2018 at 12:47pm December 3, 2018 at 12:47pm
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Prompt: Seneca said, “A great fortune is a great slavery.” What might such a great fortune be and do you agree with Seneca’s claim?
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I like Seneca and I agree with him here.
On this subject, the first thing that comes to mind is a sudden windfall like winning the lotto. Should that happen, you’d have a responsibility to keep and use that money in the best way possible, which would take a lot of work. Then you have to protect it from thieves and protect yourself even more carefully because of it. Not to mention that your false friends would abound, also. Good luck figuring out who are your real friends!
Yet, it is not only the riches and money. A friend of mine always wanted a big house; now that she has a huge one, she is much more miserable than when she used to live in a three-room apartment because the house needs a lot of money, and since she has been living in it for over ten years, repairs and upkeep are a problem. It also uses too much electricity, water, etc and she needs to make a lot more money just to keep it up. Then, she is so tired of cleaning it all the time because she wants to save money for the other things the house needs. In short, her big house has become a dictator and she its slave.
Anything you think is a great fortune--even arts, reading, writing, a good garden, etc.—needs constant caring. If the caring you give to it is heartfelt and easy on you, then there is no problem, but if you are forcing yourself and feeling disadvantaged in other areas because of it, then you are being a slave to that good thing or what you consider is your good fortune.
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December 1, 2018 at 1:59pm December 1, 2018 at 1:59pm
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"On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a partridge in a pear tree" Let's talk about gift giving. What was the first gift you received from your spouse, boyfriend or girlfriend for Christmas? What did you give them? If you don't celebrate Christmas discuss the first gift you received or gave. Was the gift practical or whimsical?
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Who doesn’t like giving and receiving gifts!
I love giving gifts and receiving them, too, but gifts that are most important to me are not the ones given to me because of a celebration, be it Christmas, an Anniversary or my birthday. I really appreciate gifts that surprise me for no reason at all and when given on a regular day.
The best gifts I received were a poem, a kiss, a handshake with a token that congratulated something I once did, and most recently, a year’s WdC premium membership. This is because, material or otherwise, I love gifts that are given to encourage me or just because the other person liked something about me. Am I self-centered or what! 
I do give gifts on Christmas, holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, graduations etc. Still when it comes to receiving them, I appreciate all gifts, but I like surprises much better.
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