2017-09-09 Replenished

This is a free but somewhat formed poem created this morning on a 6×6 sheet of decorated paper that can be purchased in a slab from various craft stores. The marker is a brown Tombow, but it really cannot be distinguished from the scan.

It is always good to try different materials in our work. Sometimes it scales things in a way that challenges us to be more creative. Using handwriting brings a direct connection to the work that can seem lacking on an electronic device. Experimentation is a great way to open the mind to new ideas.

Everything in our environment has a creative purpose if we search it out. Thinking of ourselves as a genius writers, artists, photographers, musicians, or workers in any other discipline and doing what we would if we were getting paid as we probably desire creates a sense of esteem and clarity. What projects would we choose? What would we try that we have been afraid to do thus far? When would we work? How would we play? As much as possible we should make these things a part of our lives in the present. We do not have time to wait to begin living a life we love. We have all the elements of success in us right now. We must be that person as much as we can. Believe, and likely it will be received. Life gives us what we have already claimed.

Every moment of our lives is a creative opportunity, sometimes it happens haphazardly, knocking us from routine. We should welcome the impulse and give ourselves to it. We only have this life, and it speeds away from us every moment, so we are called to make the best of time, creating beauty to enrich the world.

As a quick prompt imagine yourself vacationing on a cruise ship and meeting someone you immediately like so much that you make something to give to them before you separate at the upcoming port. Have fun and surprise yourself.

Thank you so much for visiting Haphazard Creative. Your presence is an honor and blessing to me. I hope you gain some inspiration or encouragement. You may follow the website by clicking the button, and you will get updates of all posts. I hope you took time to do something creative today, or that you will. Take care and please come back again.

© JoAnn J. A. Jordan



Hidden beneath such
A blanket of stars until
I was uncovered
And made to stand quite alone
Naked before an inquest
That tested all my limits
But still failed to define me.

I rest in rivers
Of unrealized splendor
Carrying no name
But that given to strangers
Who have few real possessions
Just remains of flesh and blood
Clothing bones soaked in fear.

I lost my last home
The world despises my face
For hungry eyes see
The wrong for which there can be
No justification, no
Pacifying, setting right,
I am cast outside of sight.

I am you, and you,
The blood flowing through our veins
Is the same, alike.
Though without country, this world
Accepts my pain, holding tight.
Someday, somewhere, will happen
My wayward soul shall take flight.

Beyond the horizon
Where originates all life
I will be welcome;
My time will become timeless,
I will wear a gown, pure white,
No pain will further follow,
No tears will track down my cheeks.

Meeting the Master
Will be my greatest delight,
I will then know peace,
Suffering will fall away
A home eternal will be
Finally given to me
No longer scorned, emigre.

© JoAnn J. A. Jordan
Friday, September 8, 2017

Moving Beyond Our Hurts

Pricked finger

Reaching for a rose
Pricked by the well-hidden thorn
Blood pours from the wound,
Just as the heart when rebuffed
Becomes a festering sore.

Only sheer strength, love,
Can heal spirit when we lose
Hope to carry on,
We must create new meaning,
New reasons for survival.

Each one of us can
Turn our failure, loss, defeat,
Into beginnings
That take us from one chapter
To another, holding dreams.

We are stars, windows
Lit by candles, captives freed,
Joy embodied, friends
To be discovered, visions
Of success, hope; creatives.

We can change our world
Molding it into something
Representing love,
Challenging others to make
A difference with their lives.

We may be tiny
Compared to the universe,
But our lives matter;
Every one significant
Filled with creativity.

Our festering sores
When exposed, opened, revealed
To the light of love
Can heal, making us become
Ambassadors of great joy.

In situations
We can choose dreams or darkness,
We create our lives;
With every breath, heartbeat,
Possibility arrives.

We must reach beyond
What we imagine limits
Us, becoming more
So our dreams surround our hope
Creating shared happiness.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Friday, September 8, 2017

True Genius


The present is ripe
With great opportunity
If you realize
Your potential every day
Of this wonderful lifetime.

You are able to
Use your creativity
To enrich the lives
Of your friends, family, and
Even the strangers you meet.

Your abilities
Are astonishing presents
To share with the world
If you are really willing
To give the gift of yourself.

Every minute is
Yours to explore and expand
Through your great talents,
Sharing imagination
With the rest of the planet.

Humanity waits
Upon your fine decision
To allocate your
Endowments in enriching
The existence of others.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Monday, August 6, 2012