We sit a space apart, My attention on our hearts, Do you feel the beat? The substance clear – all the heat – Rising like spiraling sparks above us. No more precautions, exemptions, Drawing closer until we Have optimum touch, Inhibitions dispensed to Join LOVE becoming more real. All awakened by hands – Busying with bodies, complete In one another founded Such passion, a volcano – Us – exploring exploding. We, a cacophony, Destroying rigid borders A roaring tempestuous inferno Invested, withdrawing, created To distribute multitudinous happiness. LOVE blazes, flames rising higher Depositing blessing in the wake, Engrossing desire, passion, and LOVE.
The occasion flashed By like the thunder’s rumble In the lightning’s wake; The calendar says days passed – But time did not linger, no. Nae way to savor Except in the instant when We paused to caress, Present twinkling, we like stars Became bodies made regal. A dance, a song, lived Evanescent, only ours, Beautiful freedom With one another conjoined Still ourselves, we become us.
Not falling apart, Falling into His purpose – Embraced in His grace.
Absorbed
This time the magic Slithers further away, each, Every day, we try To grasp the LOVE anyway, Before life disintegrates. At times a smile gives A way to brighten all who Fall beneath the pall Of crushing conditions, which Refuse to e v a p o r a t e; Others compel us To wait for circumstances Improving with hope, Often finding our dreams ran Off with water down storm drains.
When you notice me I realize my fears lie – Love knows where I am; You hug me close, hope balloons Cruising past the clouds in love.
Desperation here Howling with coyote wind Sweeping up the dust Of moments we failed to trust, It shivers cold over us.
The goldfish google – Eyed reminds us of ages Sweetest innocence.
One thing that is beneficial to gaining skill in your art is studying those who excel in doing it. Also, those who are less apt can teach much.
Reading voraciously and a wide variety of forms, genres, and styles will lead you to handle language with more facility when you write. It will improve your editing ability as well. There are a plethora of writing craft books that can provide instruction, especially if you do the recommended exercises. Writing every day is a practice any serious writer does well to engage. If the current creative project is stuck writing something else, even a journal entry will keep the imagination working.
Artists and photographers can learn much by observing the work of others and others at work. We live in a magic time when we can watch videos of many things which may be instructive.
Daily practice in a sketchbook or taking photos can significantly improve the craft. Books and manuals are also instructive.
A website or blog used for exposure and to challenge one to work regularly is an ideal practice. All creative endeavors require daily work and devotion—acting, musical instruments, singing, well, really almost anything.
As you will find elsewhere on Haphazard Creative, I do not constrain creativity to the liberal arts. I have a strong and unshakeable belief that every person has creative skills. If we, as created in the Creator’s image, genuinely resemble Him, we have creative abilities. So, even if one is not into liberal arts, cooking, organizing, parenting, homemaking, mechanical skill, and all else requires creativity.
Feed your creativity with things that bring you joy and nourish your soul. Music, long drives, dancing, swimming, hiking, telling jokes, the things you consider guilty pleasures all fill the well. If you keep the well full, you will find yourself in the flow when you attempt to create.
I hope this inspires you. I do believe creativity is a working of love, and our world needs love tremendously. Be well, and take care of the spark that ignites creation in you.
I finished my journal today and had the pleasure of choosing a new one. Volume Eight of However, Whatever, Whenever, Wherever, Why? I believe I began using that title in mid-2017. With a title like that it is inspiring just to open it. I need all the help I can obtain.
With my someone, but He is not mine; it takes time To grieve deepest loss, But we were friends, and remain Inspiration to go on. I did not quite grasp How much being apart was Costing my mental Peace until we hugged and talked And again, I felt comfort.
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We never know who We are until we reach out For someone else who Becomes no longer other But reveals the inner us. Love gives us ourselves, In Technicolor blended Until we are clear, Reflections combined, then, Rendered in reality.
As a prompt, create something that shows a strong emotion in you are experiencing in your life.
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