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.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Creativity on the Loose

A couple of exercises for us all:
Our eyes tell us the outlines of the world, and our minds supply the stories. Look around you, wherever you are. Pay close attention. What abstracts and descriptors appear within sight? Maybe there are poems, novels, and short stories to be written, or your vision calls you to art.

Secondly, I realize this year has been challenging, but think about your favorite part thus far. Create something that celebrates it. As a bonus, make a plan stating how you can bring about such pleasure again. Try to facilitate what lights up your soul.

Most of my day so far was spent copy editing, but I finished.

If you look around Haphazard Creative, you may notice I made some changes. I tried to streamline the widgets, and I updated the About page.

I put Halloween decor out on September 1 – but decided to bring some here today. I like all the smiles of Halloween; maybe you do too.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

It’s a Guess…

Sometimes I come to this thing I do every day and I am lost without any discernible way. I would welcome most any idea from anywhere, but I am left to my devices. So this is what you get today. I sort of like it, even if I had no inkling what it would be. I just play, like the kid I used to be.

I hope your creativity graces you with gifts that delight you. Smiles can be hard to come by, but love will always find a way. Keep plodding, there are great things to come, you just have to continue on.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan


Love is NOT
For cowards,
Nor those who THINK
It always fine.
LOVE can be
Rough & nasty
If one EXPECTS of
It TOO much.
It is a give & take,
Sometimes, at the START
It is OVER – DONE,
Others, in the END, it
Turns around, BEGINS.

Love is a pleasure
BEYOND understanding,
A PAIN which
Devastates heart & soul.
When we find it
We are MOST fortunate,
Upon losing love, we
DISSOLVE in gusts of emotion.
It is forever SOUGHT,
Beyond every price,
Love cannot be BOUGHT
But is FREELY given.
Its COST the entrance FEE
To the wonder of Heaven,
Its LOSS a sorrowful
Sword wound, mortally felt.
We all ASPIRE to gift in love
The BEST of who we can be, are,
And share each PRECIOUS hour
In making BETTER all the rest.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Sometimes I write in my journal to get the words down, and then all the formatting changes when I bring it to text. Also, I work out words and add clarifications that were missing. For me, typing work has always been another creative phase.

I wonder, is it like that for you? What is your process? If you need a prompt, you could create work that illustrates your process.

I am taking a home day today, without going anywhere. Going out is so exhausting, and I require the nurture of my space. I do find that since I have been in so much isolation, interacting with people is ever more precious and delightful.

I am almost over my tantrum about the Block Editor. Still, I am far from fond of it, but this is mine, and I will keep going.

I include the journal draft, just because! I did so much with this; it seems to me it might be worth you seeing. I usually edit much less. I have often thought of myself as a one-off poet – Times change. I love to play with spacing and line breaks. Type fascinates me.

I think I have been irascible this week because I had both the flu and initial Zoster shingles shots last week and have felt, not entirely myself. Exhaustion has wreaked havoc on me, because I am almost always a go, go, do, do, do person as far as energy.

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