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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.
September 28, 2016 at 2:06pm September 28, 2016 at 2:06pm
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Prompt: Do you remember your first car? What kind of car was it? Did you give it a name?
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City life doesn’t ask or need driving skills, and I didn’t learn to drive until I was married and we moved to the suburbs. I was in the first half of my twenties, then.
My first car, at that time, was a huge 1966, two-door, red Chevy Impala sedan with a black top. We saw it first in the showroom in Smithtown, LI, and I was smitten. It had no air-conditioning, but in those days, very few cars did. What it had was an eight-cylinder, 395 horsepower engine, which some young guy had specially ordered and then couldn’t pay for it. The price on it was $3300 and it was hubby’s gift.
It somehow didn’t run well. When we took it back, since it had a warranty, they changed the carburetor, plugs, and possibly a few other things. Obviously, the nutty guy who had ordered it wanted the power but had skimped on the other parts that should fit its powerful engine.
I didn’t give my first car any specific name. We just called it the Red Car. Calling our cars with their colors became the norm after that. Even our kids, years later, referred to our cars as the gray car and the green car or Daddy’s car and Mommy’s car.
This prompt gave me the idea of undertones because my first car seems to be the midpoint (or the undertone) in the crossroads of my life as it reminded me of many other things that happened in connection with it. Undertones idea I can use in an essay or even maybe in a drama editorial. Undertones--such as the feelings of one character toward some people or some things--can be what the writer can layer underneath a scene.
Funny isn’t it, the way my mind works in many directions all at the same time! 
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