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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.
January 5, 2016 at 11:10pm January 5, 2016 at 11:10pm
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Prompt: My name is Victoria Winters. I am going on a journey that will bring me to a strange, dark house on the edge of Widows Hill. There I am going to be a governess to a young boy and the companion of a mysterious woman. "Dark Shadows" Write a poem or story about this and this doesn't have to be Dark Shadows related. Have fun with this.’’
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Hahaha! Long time no see. When Dark Shadows was first on ABC (I think ABC), I started watching it because I had a little baby who needed to be held. For seven months or so, this soap was like any other soap, but I liked its sane twists in the beginning. For some reason, one of the writers introduced the spooky stuff, making Barnabas evolve into a vampire. Suddenly, the ratings skyrocketed, and the entire show changed its face. Of course, I stopped watching it since my tastes hadn’t yet graduated to ghosts, werewolves, zombies, monsters, witches, warlocks, time travel, or a parallel universe. Anyhow, by that time, my baby had grown, and I didn’t have the stomach to get involved with the unnerving stuff.
Coming back to you, Victoria, dear, I only recall the Collinses barely, but shame on you, for aping Jane Eyre, although, at the time, I felt for your innocence, confusion, and misery. Frankly, you got what you deserved by being nailed inside a coffin, experiencing claustrophobia. If I had watched you any further, I would have had claustrophobia, too. I heard they wrote you out of the series. It is a shame, though; if I recall correctly, you had a very pretty face.
Who’d know the craze that started in Collingwood mansion would end up in places all over the world with stuff such as Harry Potter and the Twilight Saga! True, there were similar horror fiction and movies earlier, but none of them became that popular with the exception of Count Dracula.
Vicky, dear, I don’t know what you taught that little boy with his mother Elizabeth hanging over you, but your presence led to a new era of unreality. In view of the success of such things today, I guess Jane Eyre will forgive you for your thievery, after all.
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January 5, 2016 at 7:03pm January 5, 2016 at 7:03pm
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Prompt: Some people blush very easily. What do you think blushing shows?
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Although it is said that spicy foods and alcohol can trigger blushing, many people blush more easily than others. It doesn’t matter if one is pale skinned or not. If one blushes more easily, one blushes more easily. They have no control over it. It is one of those things when the body betrays its owner. One can’t control it with the will power, either.
Some say that people begin to blush when they feel they are being watched. Others say that it is the result of embarrassment or guilt, but none of those things are scientifically proven. Lots of guilty or embarrassed people do not blush. My guess is, blushing happens usually due to some sort of a stress trigger.
Case in point: When I was in my teens, I used to blush like crazy. It probably came from feeling self-conscious, but there was more to it; if I was doing something difficult or I felt someone staring at me, my face would burn up, too. Once in high school, we were taking a test, and I must have turned into such a lobster that the teacher came near me to check my fever. Then, she wondered if I were cheating. She checked around my desk and my clothing. I turned even redder. Lol! I have to tell you that of all the stages in my life, I hated, despised, got nauseous over my teenage years; I still do when I remember it. My blushing was almost always a part of the problem.
Over the years, it diminished, and now, thank God, to my knowledge, I am blushing no more. Maybe because I don’t give a fly’s ass to what other people think of me.
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