No Consolation

Anger

Is it this situation, out of hand,
Where the world is wrong making
Plenty of tension, anxiety, no escape?
Playing on emotions deeply
Currying favor with the violence
Held at bay, so forbidden, hidden.
An open hand when the instinct
Offers up a fist, a calm insistent,
Instead of a horrid scream, hiss.
What are these breaking sounds
Within the heart, the mind, what
Damage made while keeping kind.

Lay Lay By

The days trace themselves
Across the surface; straw, dirt,
Shelter, foliage, rock, hair, skin –
Leaving marks, weather, pass,
Time, months, past, again, ever,
Until the season goes, slippery,
No one knows if it will bring
Forth another day, hour, free –
Or if as the day goes by it may
Be the last lay by into eternity.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Sometimes looking into the sun becomes a bright too clear, and the shadows impinge on vision. There can be beauty in the shadows, as well. We would not know the blessing of comfort did we not experience pain.

Today has been reflective, with missing those gone. Also, grief for all we have lost in this time of isolation. I bid you hope that all is more pleasant for you.

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As a prompt, face your feelings, explore what is within you at present. Create something that encompasses your emotion.

Conjecturing

What is it about?
All this doing and going,
Do we know lovely?
Have we tied ourselves in knots
Because of things we are not?

 

I Will Be Writing…

When I am tired, and pain is eating me up.
When my mind is hard-pressed to contain itself and continue against disease.
When the bills come with no relief.
When I doubt anyone cares about my words or will read.
Still…

I will be writing because, as far as I can discern, there is no line, no boundary, drawn between words and who I am.

It has always been reading, writing, being. Take my experience of language from me, I likely would quickly cease to be.

Each curving mark, sentence, punctuation mark is endowed with life, a portion of me.

Maybe I seem to exaggerate, but given time away from expression, I begin to regress, fade, lose will to continue, and become unanchored in reality.

For some writing may be a pastime, an idle pursuit, and that may be best for them. Me, it is living, dealing, breathing, so I Will Be Writing…

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

As a prompt: Think of something that defines or confines you in existence. Create something that expresses this, and perhaps a blueprint for change or greater success within your personal constraints. Remember you can only control what you choose to acknowledge.

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Enchant

The dragons
Restless in
Waking or
Sleeping nurture
Our dreams
As gently they
Repeat creation
Songs, deeds
Follow words.

*****

This wind fleeting flees
Across the acres spreading
Dandelion seeds.

*****

I sing these lonely
Songs no other has ear to
Hear, sound disappears.

© Jo Ann J.A. Jordan

Up all hours again. Wrapping myself in words to comfort my needs.

Captured

Loving you is child’s play,
Your world I fall into smoothly,
A crossing, of lines unstoppable
You are the soft place I come
To let my inhibitions melt away.
No subterfuge, no masks, no facade,
Stripped bare, naked, open,
I stand before you, my truth extended,
Given, reining in fear, attempting
To be a pure delight, plain spoken.
Hoping you are willing, able to
Present yourself likewise, dressed
In all conditions the same
As in my arms, you find yourself
Comfortably at home with me.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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As a prompt, think of a feeling that is so easy to slip into that you never question how you arrive and create something to express it.

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Broken

Wookie and I were playing. I threw her toy, and it hit the rice bowl I made in maybe kindergarten, maybe first or second grade. I knew it was terrible; then I heard the china hit the ceramic. The delicate china at that velocity under gravity’s influence stood no chance. It shattered, as you can see.

Sometimes we are like delicate china, safe enough until a tempest of trials and troubles hits us out of the blue. Maybe it is the winds of change in our finances or our health—the loss of something or someone we hold dear. We break, and we feel we are permanently damaged, but we are fortunately more resilient than china.

Somehow with God’s help and the passage of time, we recuperate and usually become more durable than before. We learn from the problems. We have so many reserves of strength and such power to overcome adversity.

I am not sure what to do with my broken keepsake, but God knows by sending us through the fire that he refines us and fuses our brokenness into greater faith and reliance on Him.

I did not have a post for tonight. I had been away from home today, spending time with one of my most favorite people—nothing like broken memories to set me straight.

© Jo Ann J.A. Jordan.

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As a prompt, create something influenced by brokenness or healing. You may conduct your work in any media that suits you.

May Christ guard and keep you and yours now and always.