Blue Sky

“Imagine we lived in a world that’s all of a sudden devoid of color, but where you’re given the option to have just one object keep its original hue. Which object (and which color) would that be?” (Daily Writing Prompt)

A world devoid of color feels lifeless to me. A good antidote would be something red, as a token of liveliness. My first thought was to keep a red shirt to brighten up my spirit, but then, I thought of the bigger picture and that one red shirt wouldn’t contribute much to my happiness if everything else around me was bleak.

Being a daydreamer and a sky gazer, I would chose the blue sky as it is everywhere, impacting our life hugely. It’s impossible not to notice the sky, unless you’re blind, cooped up in a room with no windows, or having your eyes closed. The sky is everywhere, trying not to register it, blocking it from your daily experience or escaping from it is mission impossible.

We are so accustomed to having a blue sky, but, what if that lovely color disappeared, how would you feel? Can you imagine being surrounded by a greyish blanket, 24/7? I know, for sure, my spirit would plummet and go into hibernation, forever.

I chose the blue sky, definitely.


Letting Go

” What’s messier right now — your bedroom or you computer’s desktop (or your favorite device’s home screen)? Tell us how and why it got to that state. ”
Daily Prompt

Confession, my desktop as well as my bedroom are scattered with things. But, if I must chose, I would have to say that my desktop is in a better place because I use the things in its vicinity regularly, contrary to the things in my bedroom, although, them ending up there, started out with a good intention.
Once upon a time, I decided to clean out my closet and get rid off everything that didn’t belong in my current life.  I worked through a heap of clothes and things, and donated them to some social cause. When I started working through the last round, my memory got jogged. Some clothes and stuff I held in my hand remembered me of past times and old dreams I couldn’t let go without  processing them. I stacked the clothes and stuff in a corner of my bedroom as reminder to do something with them. Ahum…that was a time ago, still waiting to be addressed. This writing prompt comes in time. I remember that I’d rather spend time living in the now, creating happy blissful moments, than digesting old stuff that will disagree with me. The past can’t be changed but the future can be owned depending on how we spend it. Note to myself: get rid off old stuff, tonight.



Poetry and I

I’m taking an online course on Modern and Contemporary American poetry. Being quite excited about the course, I’m eager to learn more about this part of the literature that always was bleak and daunting to me.

Poetry and I, a pull and push relationship. On the one side, I longed to read, understand and appreciate more poetry, and on the other side, there was resistance as poetry required close reading, thought and attention. The last time, I did close reading on poetry was in high school, mandatory, then, and not always interesting because of our limited focus on old poems. Back then, I appreciated good prose more than poetry and didn’t quite understand why poets didn’t express themselves more clear, and make me work hard to understand their message. No judging, please, that was my teenage me.

Fast forward two decades later. Ever since, I decided to take up writing more seriously, a new interest in poetry rose. I felt lucky when this course came along, fitting my wish. I like it that the group is diverse but it can also be daunting, since a lot of classmates have a literature background and are experienced poetry readers. It’s easy to fall into the comparison trap and doubting yourself. Not this time. I’m intent on enjoying the class, be open to stretch my horizon and learn new things.

Tell all the truth but tell it slant

Tell all the truth but tell it slant
by Emily Dickinson

Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —

This poem is thought provoking, making me think what truth means to me, and if it’s a good idea to tell all the truth. The title advises to do so in a a moderate way. The narrator comes across as someone with morals who’s also compassionate as she advises, do tell all the truth but:

Tell it slant

Telling something slant means you make a choice to interpret something. By your own judgment, you leave things out, make them bleak or highlight other parts of the truth. This way,  telling the truth is rather more subjective than objective as it’s told from one’s perspective. This raises the question, does one truth exist at all?

The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind 

These lines suggest that telling the full truth at once is a bad idea. If the truth hasn’t been told gradually and with kindness, the receiver won’t be able to digest it.
This begs the questions what is the nature of the truth and who is the receiver that the truth should be told slant. Is the truth that harsh, or is the receiver too weak to hear the truth, no matter what kind of truth.

Too bright for our infirm Delight

Interesting and contrasting word couple. When can something that depicts pleasure, satisfaction, and happiness become infirm? It suggest that our delights can’t be pure once the truth has been told.

This poem makes me think when and how did I tell the truth, and how did people receive it. Even though I was telling the truth, the message didn’t come across. Maybe, because I didn’t hold on the contention that this poem makes

Success in Circuit lies

Bluntly telling the truth is harsh, people won’t hear it. If you tell it slant, you may succeed in bringing your message across.

What do you think?