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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.
 
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Daily Cascade
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas "  became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one.
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October 24, 2025 at 12:11pm October 24, 2025 at 12:11pm
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Prompt: “When everything went wrong at once, it felt like folding origami in a hurricane.”
Lola Dodge
Your thoughts about this quote.
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Ahha! Don't I know it! How many times my innocent intents were swallowed by chaos!
Origami is tiny but exact folds of paper with edges aligning. I know it because I tried it and failed miserably. Just imagine doing that in a hurricane! And believe me, for living in Florida, I know a lot about hurricanes. So, what this quote is referring to has to be the dread of facing such a tempest.
The meaning inside the quote, therefore, is much layered. First, failure overwhelms. This is in failure's nature. It means not a single misstep or a minor setback but a cascade of disasters all at the same time. Now, isn't this the perfect storm of misfortune!
I mean, one can handle a single misstep or a tiny setback. But a conglomerate of disasters? I hope no one ever goes through such an experience. Because it is paralyzing. I would give here an example of what happened to me six years ago, but even writing about it would unnerve me. So, just think about the excess volume of demands all at the same time, the urgencies that compete with one another, and the pain due to the impossibility of giving enough attention to each one. If this isn't a paralyzing effect, I don't know what is.
This is because that "everything," which goes wrong in life, often targets our most sensitive points, our deepest insecurities, our most cherished hopes. As such, the origami maker's time, skill, and intention goes to the dumps when undone by forces beyond his control. He becomes blindsided by the hurricane.
After all, when our world shatters, our best efforts feel useless, and the sheer force of circumstances make even the simplest action feel like a huge challenge.
But then, even if the hurricane tore apart the origami, doesn't the origami maker feel, at least, a bit lucky to come out of that hurricane alive? Just maybe, that hurricane was sent by some unknown force to teach him a lesson. I think so, as I often search for the lesson beneath my misfortunes when and if they happen.
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