 Poetry: October 23, 2024 Issue [#12805] |
This week: Joy-- Not Pumpkins, Ghosts or Treats! Edited by: Fyn  
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We could never learn to be brave and patient, if there were only joy in the world. ~~Helen Keller
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So, I expected to be looking for something seasonal this week. Autumn. Or maybe Treats and Tricks. Possibly some ghostly metamorphosizing. But then in a challenge I in, we had to write about 'joy.'
I was stymied. You see, I do not equate 'joy' with happiness or getting a perfect anything. Joy, to me is far more ethereal than that. I have this weird thing about words, finding the right ones to describe events, situations, or happenstances. Joy is beyond the norm. I can be so happy I dissolve in tears. I can be grateful. I could be experiencing bliss. But, to me, for me, 'joy' is just one of those words that is reserved for the far reaches of sublime.
Now, granted, we all have 'our' definitions of specific words. I get that. A reviewer said that joy to him was when his team won. We clearly have different connotations of the word.
I play with words. I create worlds with words. There are words I refrain from using. Examples of same are nice, good, and something being 'okay.' To me they have become watered down and diluted, along the lines of see-thru coffee. As wordsmiths, we need to use words to inform, elucidate, and bring a thought to life. We must give life to whatever it is we are describing, to the emotions contained within, and to make it jump off the page into reality.
This is the hard part of writing. The making it fresh and different, the using of words to impel the reader into the space of our writing such that it become real and visceral to them.
Thus, I ended up writing what joy wasn't more than what joy is. Utter joy would be seeing my folks again, as if they could materialize once again living and breathing, or, perhaps, upon seeing them, down the road a bunch, when we are all on the other side of an over morrow in the distant future. Sometimes we need to write about what something isn't to describe what it is to us! |
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JCosmos  writes: Thanks again for including my poem in your newsletter. I liked your poem about the passing of time.
Thank you!
Monty  comments: That is a long road we travel and the way you wrote is eloquent. My road seems to be littered with only thoughts of the past. Need to find more inspiration. 
OK folks, need inspiring thoughts sent Monty's way!
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