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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.
November 19, 2025 at 2:30pm November 19, 2025 at 2:30pm
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Prompt: Meteorites.
Did any of you see the Meteorites Showers last night? Your thoughts?
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You mean those shooting stars that mostly burn themselves out? Well, no, I didn't see that shower. The only showers I see are the ones I take in the mornings.
As to a meteorite burning itself out, I can understand that. I usually do the same thing to myself. Like the meteorite that might have drifted for eons, I have lived through my long years and even my writing is drifting somehow, at or toward the end of it all.
This, I think has to do with the earth's gravitational pull that is pulling the meteors into the earth's atmosphere the same way it is pulling us humans back into its soil. That must be why a meteor's atmospheric entry is so spectacular; that is, fiery, turbulent, and emitting lots of light. It is an inferno, all right. But then, so is old age.
Both the meteorites and old age are time capsules, except meteorites may be older than earth. Then, both meteorites and us, we get ejected into this life, as if in communion with the cosmos or creation. So, possibly to find out about beginnings, some of us go in search of meteorite leftovers on the earth's deserts and icy poles. A treasure hunt for some, but then each discovery can be considered a relic that has traveled huge distances to get here.
It is, also, said that meteorites helped shape our earth. They delivered water and other elements. I read somewhere that the iron deposits we have underground were delivered, once upon a time, by meteorites, so our earth wouldn't get too wobbly.
Yet, our world is still wobbly, in an emotional way. This must be because there never was a meteorite that could bring world peace and freedom and sustenance for every single human being alive, here.
So to the meteorites, "Thanks guys, for whatever you brought in for our use, but you know, there are other more important things, you might also consider furnishing us with. If you could just do that, too, we the people wouldn't probably feel so cross and wobbly...emotionally speaking, that is."
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