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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. Kiya's gift. I love it!
Daily Cascade
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas Open in new Window. became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one.


Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.


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January 20, 2026 at 1:13pm
January 20, 2026 at 1:13pm
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Prompt: Adaptation
"My job is called adaptation. It's always about adapting to new situations, but the core team is going to be the same."
Patrick Mouratoglou
What’s one small example of something you wrote an adaptation of or have adapted to in your life for the better?


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To me, adaptation is how I adjust to a new or changed situation, form useful habits, and learn to cope and survive in this crazy world. Surely, my overgrown Christmas Cactus now has to adapt to its new pot and new location, as do polar bears, fish, birds and us humans to new situations.

Scientifically speaking, adaptation happens over decades, centuries, and circumstances. In my little life it happens almost daily now, not only with ai butting into everything I do, but my own changing conditions due to aging.

Case in point, this morning I got into my car to go to the drugstore, Walgreens, to be exact, to pick up a prescription. The ignition didn't catch on. It could be because the weather got colder the last two days, and also, I didn't use the car for a week. That I'm going to have my son look at. Which left the unpicked up prescription idea dangling over my head. I tried to call the pharmacy but they were constantly busy. So I went online and changed my prescription from pickup to "send home." It means a tiny fee but that's okay.

Then, there's such a thing as literary adaptations. These involve transforming written works, such as novels, short stories, plays, or poems into different mediums such as film, television series, stage plays, or even video games. To do such an adaptation, the essence of the work stays but the writer or the creator of the adaptation can take the story to a very different direction. Off the top of my head, the film adaptations of Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls and Poe's Tell-Tale Heart could be examples for adaptations.

As such, I have done no adaptations, at least I haven't written anything while knowing its original source. Yet, I think adaptations are everywhere, even for us human beings, since our bodies and our minds are adaptations themselves, which nature saw fit to change according to its whim at any time.




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