As we wave goodbye
To what we became and know,
We still share enough.
Our burdens we strip away
In effort to grow, survive,
Escaping the trap
Left behind like a list made
In haste, featuring
Doubt, observations obscure,
Uncertain meanings, some unknown.
Praying a grant, gift,
Of blessings, we tell ourselves
Focus, start this moment new
From cherished dreams, independent,
No longer neglected, precious
As the life pulsing through us
Each one making our hope,
Love, present in human form.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Sunday, December 29, 2019
This poem is in answer to The Sunday Whirl. In the past, I did a lot of such work, but it has been some time. As a prompt, you could trek over there and participate.
I again changed some site settings. I was not happy with the lack of a pictorial header.
I am writing a decent amount now, here. I am thinking about taking up a 365 Creativity Challenge like I have done in the past, but it is a huge commitment. There does not appear a level of interest here to encourage that much engagement. It is rolling around in my brain like a marble in a pinball machine, though. So, it may or may not happen.
I am grateful:
- My son, Alex, has been home over the holidays.
- His two excursions away in my Explorer have gone well.
- I am adept at working around my technology’s pitfalls.
- We have made some little headway on getting my home under control.
- I am optimistic about the opportunities for the coming year.
I appreciate your visiting, Haphazard Creative. I hope you will follow the site or come back as you have time and interest.
All the best to each of you going forward.