I want to know you,
I need to trace the lines, truth,
You
Speak to my heart
Those things which without you would
Detonate, exploding life.
In your eyes, time,
Space,
With gentleness reflect
Your forbearance for everything.
The syllables said
Reverberate
Like snares, tones,
Escorting me to locales
Wherein I belong.
Lightning sparkles in
Assurances you choose, share,
Attempting to
Arouse
A sense of caring in ones
Who approach living without
Being fully engaged
In
Creativity, imagination, love.
Whose lives divorce emotion
From the force
Of all the richness
Contained
In brief moments, that carry
Strange variables fit to alter each
Experience, changing the game.
**********
If you only change the color of
The blankets worn without
Reforming the creature
Beneath, your actions are
Futile.
**********
I stand watching,
Tears in my eyes.
I cannot,
No, cannot,
Tell you goodbye.
**********
The child becomes
The one who
Believes enough
To keep the parents
Forever real.
**********
When people ask difficult
Questions,
I imagine them marooned
Without clothes on,
In a swamp.
**********
I need enough to
Bring me back to life, survive,
Living on my own.
**********
It was there, along
With the music bringing us
Into who we are.
**********
Prompt
What is it getting under your skin or upside you? Create something that expresses the dissonance of the time. Let your imagination fill in the blanks that you cannot maintain rationally.
Making Gratitude My Way
(I am producing these gratitude lists to keep me mindful of the wondrous things in life, even amid daily setbacks and sufferings.)
Alex made it safely back to his new home.
I finished Silence by Don Dellio.
Alex found his cat, Gobi, both times she was lost.
My creativity seems to have multiplied.
I edit, read, write in ways that enlighten me.
I hope you liked what you found here; options to follow the site are in the sidebar. Leave your comments, likes, and suggestions if it suits you.
All Materials on Haphazard Creative are © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 