If we took a wastebasket full
Of crumpled papers
With words encased upon
Each and every sheet,
Then pulled out pieces
To put together thoughts,
Join in lines, rhymes,
Remedies complete;
Perhaps loves would
Understand the meaning
Of the title, a mind, a jumble
Haphazard Creative,
Put a semblance of order
Who long realized
Exacting lines become too
Tame to capture what
A wildling person
Can believe is real
Only love and God
Can all truth reveal.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
I do not know, it just came, and I wrote it. It seems I have a line that keeps pulling down the sinker.
Haphazard Creative 