Conjecturing

What is it about?
All this doing and going,
Do we know lovely?
Have we tied ourselves in knots
Because of things we are not?

I Will Be Writing…

When I am tired, and pain is eating me up.
When my mind is hard-pressed to contain itself and continue against disease.
When the bills come with no relief.
When I doubt anyone cares about my words or will read.
Still…

I will be writing because, as far as I can discern, there is no line, no boundary, drawn between words and who I am.

It has always been reading, writing, being. Take my experience of language from me, I likely would quickly cease to be.

Each curving mark, sentence, punctuation mark is endowed with life, a portion of me.

Maybe I seem to exaggerate, but given time away from expression, I begin to regress, fade, lose will to continue, and become unanchored in reality.

For some writing may be a pastime, an idle pursuit, and that may be best for them. Me, it is living, dealing, breathing, so I Will Be Writing…

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

As a prompt: Think of something that defines or confines you in existence. Create something that expresses this, and perhaps a blueprint for change or greater success within your personal constraints. Remember you can only control what you choose to acknowledge.

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Enchant

The dragons
Restless in
Waking or
Sleeping nurture
Our dreams
As gently they
Repeat creation
Songs, deeds
Follow words.

*****

This wind fleeting flees
Across the acres spreading
Dandelion seeds.

*****

I sing these lonely
Songs no other has ear to
Hear, sound disappears.

Up all hours again. Wrapping myself in words to comfort my needs.

Captured

Loving you is child’s play,
Your world I fall into smoothly,
A crossing, of lines unstoppable
You are the soft place I come
To let my inhibitions melt away.
No subterfuge, no masks, no facade,
Stripped bare, naked, open,
I stand before you, my truth extended,
Given, reining in fear, attempting
To be a pure delight, plain spoken.
Hoping you are willing, able to
Present yourself likewise, dressed
In all conditions the same
As in my arms, you find yourself
Comfortably at home with me.

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As a prompt, think of a feeling that is so easy to slip into that you never question how you arrive and create something to express it.

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Broken

Wookie and I were playing. I threw her toy, and it hit the rice bowl I made in maybe kindergarten, maybe first or second grade. I knew it was terrible; then I heard the china hit the ceramic. The delicate china at that velocity under gravity’s influence stood no chance. It shattered, as you can see.

Sometimes we are like delicate china, safe enough until a tempest of trials and troubles hits us out of the blue. Maybe it is the winds of change in our finances or our health—the loss of something or someone we hold dear. We break, and we feel we are permanently damaged, but we are fortunately more resilient than china.

Somehow with God’s help and the passage of time, we recuperate and usually become more durable than before. We learn from the problems. We have so many reserves of strength and such power to overcome adversity.

I am not sure what to do with my broken keepsake, but God knows by sending us through the fire that he refines us and fuses our brokenness into greater faith and reliance on Him.

I did not have a post for tonight. I had been away from home today, spending time with one of my most favorite people—nothing like broken memories to set me straight.

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As a prompt, create something influenced by brokenness or healing. You may conduct your work in any media that suits you.

May Christ guard and keep you and yours now and always.

Situations 1, 2, Something More

First, we shall begin with a story start. Sometimes I just noodle around with things and see where it takes me. I am a No Filter, No Boundaries sort of person when it comes to creativity.

*****

Morgan walked across the pavement cleanly edged with green, to what could be a gothic castle. Turrets, stained glass, rock walls, but closer, partial bars on the windows. No, it clearly was not a castle. In the near distance, the painstakingly manicured lawn was broken and dotted with marble monuments. The building was a handsomely disguised mausoleum, a repository of the dead.

She had roamed the halls where a voice could echo off marble timelessly, numerous times. Even a whisper could carry room to room.

She was allowed all over the vast building and knew the attic was a storage facility for emergency rations and necessities in case some disaster struck the metropolis.

Morgan hoped she was wrong, but she also knew a considerable waste disposal dump lay adjacent, just beyond the lawn of careful plots. She wondered when the dump reached capacity, would the graves seed it with resting bodies?

Those thoughts she pondered from time to time, but just now, she sought the coolness inside the imagined castle and shadows of comfort after the Summer heat had toasted her, and the bright white light almost made her blind.

As she opened the heavy door, the quiet took her by force. It nearly enveloped her in peace. Peace, however, was not hers to be had.

*****

This next is about today’s experience.

I avoid going out, but my stores of food, particularly dog food, were depleted. I ate lunch at Del Taco, I had lunch for $1.75. I had to correct the person at the drive-thru when I made my order. I think she thought I was upset, but it was not that, I just wanted it right and I have this voice thing. If I get in any way excited, I get louder. I hate it, but I have no way to control it. I promise I try, but… sometimes I really do not like how I am.

I went to Sam’s Club. All over the store, they have moved things around. Put that on top of my usual anxiety with being out in public, and I almost had a bad situation. I spent about three times the moments I would generally have in there today, and I never found some things I wanted, needed.

I came home and unloaded. The dogs would not eat, though they were excited about having food. I fed them by hand for a bit.

I have tried to relax, but this has not been a better day.

*****

The sunshine, the rain,
The grass, pines, dandelions,
Look, comfort abounds.

*****

Find me in the deep
Of thought where anxiety
Is no longer freed.

As a prompt, create something about situations you have faced recently or some you imagine.

I hope your day was pleasant, and you accomplished what you intended. If not, resolve to find better solutions on the morrow.

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