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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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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.
Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.
October 5, 2025 at 1:24pm October 5, 2025 at 1:24pm
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Prompt: October
Is there something about this October and the fall season that makes you feel peaceful or calm? Or is October's energy exciting and stimulating?
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There is nothing special about any October anymore, to make me peaceful and calm, since it is the hurricane season where I live. Once upon a time, however, when and where we lived without the threat of hurricanes, October used to be one of my favorite months. Still, I bask in the memory of those days, especially when I remind myself, to "calm the chaos!"
In the back of our then-house were the woods. Some days, I would set off into the woods, leaving the breakfast dishes in the sink, after the kids took off for school and my husband went to work. I loved the swirl of the dim light about me as if it were a liquid something. Then, within those thick woods, I loved to listen to the birdsongs through the trees. The ground of rock and grass covered with the falling leaves would be like a sodden rug to walk on, but I loved the crackling noise of it, and I still miss it. To me, that was autumn's song finding a new rhythm, and its peace calmed me.
No more! And not just the hurricanes. It is the state of the world, the way things have changed so much, some for the better, most for the worst. Better or worse, it's a toss up, depending on many variables.
One of my Catholic friends told me that their church observes October as the month of respect. "Respect the creation! Respect life!"
Nice thoughts, but this isn't easy with the Gaza problem, Ukraine, the World, Ai, and our own USA problems, not to mention the personal problems of each one of us. When I told her this, she said, "But, you should..."
Should? That should is a bully of a word. This is because not only we use it against others, but also against ourselves.
"I should be more on top of things, be thinner, more stylish, more productive, more social, write more, laugh more, read more ā¦ "
Hello should, and Welcome our numerous mental health struggles!
So for me, October is neither peaceful, nor exciting and stimulating. Surely, in it, I'll have calmer days and exciting ones, too, but the most truthful thing I can say about this month is that October only heightens my nostalgia.
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