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.
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Prompt:
"To everything, there is a season of parrots. Instead of feathers, we searched the sky for meteors on our last night"
Summer Haibun by Aimee Nezhukumatathil.
Let this opening line inspire your entry today.
https://dogwoodalliance.org/2020/04/5-nature-poems-by-women-of-color/
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I clicked on the link and ended up loving the page this haibun was on. To begin with, it hosted poems from three of my favorite poets. Then, I loved the message in them. It was like breathing fresh forest air, be it online.
As to the quote, Parrots! And a season of them...Well, parrots are bright, loud, and unmistakable. They symbolize here possibly a burst of life and color. In a forest, their season may mean flowering trees, ripe fruits, and a chorus of calls that echo through the entire place. This means the forest is alive in so many ways.
The second sentence shifts the attention from the forest to the sky. Meteors are fleeting streaks of light, cold and distant. Is this a signal of farewell? I tend to think so. Or maybe loss, too. When the parrots are gone and the forests grow silent, what have we left to enjoy but the empty, possibly barren land! As such, this is a warning for what we may be losing.
For we may be losing those miracles on earth we can touch and protect before it is too late. Or else, we may find ourselves searching for the wonders of the forests and all the miracles this planet offers us. If we are not careful, and such a thing happens, just where can we go?
I suspect, anything the telescopes look for in the night sky, even if certain planets or other things up there may seem alluring, they may not sustain the life we have here in our own planet earth. So, isn't it better for us to listen for and enjoy the wings of "parrots" right here at home, rather than pin our hopes on distant lights?
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