2022 Creativity Project – March 5

Everything

Saying this today
Is being almost real
With title to carry
Into wherever,
But the picture
Pops with expressive
Color and no one
Knows the lyrics
To soothe the rifles;
Except love, love, love
Hands holding hands
Against an ocean
Over and in-depth
The story resumes
Maybe some afternoon
Learning who brought
Us here and back again.

2022 Creativity Project – March 4

In This

Together
Is the way
I chose
To live

Even
Excluded
“It, Thing, Neither”
No backlash

Swallowing
Hurt with
Salt
Another cheek

Books so
Often knocked
Got suitcase
Before times

Learned
To disappear
In words
Mine, others

Thankful
I burned
Bright
Alight

Some
Assembly
Required
To trust

Jesus
When worlds
Seem unable
To befriend

Hope
A poster
Love
To mend.

2022 Creativity Project – March 3

Simple

Do you think
Of this day, action,
God approves?
Would the choice
Vary if you guessed
His interest
Might be otherwise?
The armies either
The patterns
Repeated
The teachers who
Drop away
Begun;
Miracles granted –
How is it
Become the doorway
A prayer sung

People leaving, run
Without locus
Him believing
Only reason.

Emerge

Keep them on top
Memory, to help
Know who could
Be when love
Captivated;
Little does it matter
The days are gone
Still need to believe
Want, fascination
Generated
Found satisfaction in
Who was real.

2022 Creativity Project – March 2

Unreal Numbers

The path backward,
Forward, only dreams
Amid the hours
In between.
The mind puddles
Its questions
Mumbles to tracks
Laid down when
The way went back.
Voices do they remain
Chariots swinging low?
Will the thin dog
Wrestle in the snow?

Are You, I,
Fact, or fiction,
Written in a rhyme?
I thought I knew
An answer once
In a blanket
With love,
But it had
To go
Where the sun
Made houses
Light
As effervescence
And trouble
Wound its arms
Around
Stealing the known
For the seems.

Never fear
Believe
Walk in sync;
The ones who
Reckon it all,
Never coming
Again. Back. Amen.
Shining holy halleluiah.

2022 Creativity Project – March 1

I fell asleep this evening from exhaustion. I do overdo things sometimes, and stress overcomes me.

Coming up with entries every day is a huge challenge at times.

Writing is an art in which investment must be made to remain engaged.

I had a long conversation with one of my friends, who is very supportive of me. I had not talked to her in some time.

Burdens are better when they are aired, shared. We cannot live abundantly when we rarely speak to our people. There is much to collect in the knowledge of those who understand.

When I woke up, I thought I had already posted because I dreamed I did. This is so important to me that it is always on my mind.

I hope all goes well for you as the week continues. May inspiration find you and bless you bountifully.