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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.
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Prompt: What's the coolest thing you have ever seen in a museum?
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Dinosaur bones were the top coolest things and I saw them several times. A few times in NY City, a couple of times in D.C, and once in Massachusetts Science Museum.
Also another cool thing was the huge fish tank the Tennessee Aquarium in Chattanooga.
Then the next cool thing was the Topkapi Palace (museum now) in Istanbul where the Ottoman sultans kept their harem and all the fancy stuff like old arms and buggies and the huge jewels and the explanations of those very different lifestyles of very long ago.
If I go like this, I’ll end up with a long list of cool things. So I better return to the first and the coolest one: dinosaur bones. The biggest is the Dino Tour in the American Museum of Natural history. Although we took our children to this one, I think I was just as much or maybe more awed than my kids. Tyrannosaurus Rex had an enormous mouth each tooth the length of my then seven year-old son’s forearm by his assessment. Oh my God, these things always had huge heads with the exception of a plant eating tall one; its name escapes me, but I think it starts with a b.
In the Smithsonian in Washington DC, nothing was fabricated. It was all bones of different types of dinosaurs. This was about 30-35 years ago when we visited the place with the kids. I heard they closed the fossils section and are rebuilding a new wing for it, if I remember correctly. Also here, we saw the hope diamond, but it is really like a stone that’s blue and transparent, round in shape, nicely cut at the borders. Nothing I would like to wear; too big for my taste and far too fancy.
In Boston’s Science Museum, Triceratops was a sight, with another big head. These bones were scattered--at first--everywhere, then were picked up one by one and glued and mounted together. Very few of the links from plastic were later added, to the best of my memory.
When I read this prompt, the first thing that popped up to my mind were the dinosaurs, possibly because, thanks to my age, I am turning into one of them, sans the size. Dinosaurs have to do with ‘looking back’ as in my a-day-earlier entry, and looking back is not such a bad thing when I look all the way back to the time when I avoided these animals by being absent from their scene. 
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