Keystone

When the windows are all closed,
The locks engaged barring doors,
We must find the keys, or remain
Without entrance to our destiny;
Others can lend us assistance
If we give them an opportunity.
Sometimes we see a closed portal
And turn ourselves away
Because searching for the key
Is hard and locations past
Still hold our interest, rooted,
In comfort zones, we know well.
Growth, change, learning,
Are our reasons to exist,
Walking through the doors
Is what we are made to do;
Our creativity is a boon
Even giving us our keys.
Storm the doors, unlock
The windows – allow the freshness
Inside for the secret of happiness
Lies in the brilliance of accomplishment;
We all have potential we fail
To recognize, but we must
Our strengths, passions, realize,
Knowing within us God created
Talent and ability, vision to achieve
A life full, free, loving, given to shine;
We are placed to nurture the world.
Discover the key, make history!

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I know she does not directly relate to the poem. The Wookie is just a part of those gifts that keep me present and moving forward. She does not care for cameras though.

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Before the Rain

Day Eleven – 2020 Creativity Project

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This birdcage is at least fifty years old, I had a dusty blue parakeet in it when I was very young. We had birds until Mom decided they were nasty. The mess did not fit her fastidious ways.

These short poems are all individuals. None of them is directly connected. Some were written at different times today. Some in my journal, some at the keyboard as I stood here in front of the screen. They are tanka, and of course, a lone haiku.

Some days hold torrents
In a loose embrace, then let
The sky-bound tears fall;
Sympathy for hearts broken
By losses too great to bear.

 

I could cage myself
Hide all the feelings away,
But emotions tend
To lead me often in life,
I am tender, edge of knife.

 

Secret reasons why
I keep trying to catch you
With a picture, line,
But you fast escape the ties
I might employ to bind you.

 

My heart breaks again
With an ache shot through and through;
The long loss of you.

 

I almost began
To hope for the future again,
But then I recalled
How the fires seared my skin
And things became ashes then.

 

Pieces together
Fit the pattern of quiet
Built on peaceful days
When all we needed, we found,
Within one another bound.

The rain came, bucketfuls at once, and walking the dogs was a waste of time. We only got soaked. I did walk awhile before alone with the Sony camera. It is nice to photograph whatever I decide.

I hope, as a prompt, you will create something lovely, and with love. All of us need more kindness, comfort, care.

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This scene draws me in, and I am uncertain why. I think the stark lines may have something to do with it. Mysterious allure.

God Bless and Keep You and Yours.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Creative Variety

Day Seven – 2020 Creativity Project

Wookie watching Wick

Wookie raptly watching a movie. Edited version.

I have been on the internet since 1991. Creatives are among my favorite people. A baseline normal between creatives, we are all original individuals. Our personalities, gifts, characteristics, styles, spirituality, beliefs, all those, and more make us unusual, and yet we are alike. There is a spark in the room when creatives meet. We chatter, and we immediately find something which we can relate to within one another.

Many of us are introverts, we will find ways to sequester ourselves in privacy. Though we can lay that aside long enough to perform something we believe in. Sometimes, this is almost too hard. What should we write, draw, paint, photograph, what tools use? Is art worthwhile? Is the meaning and connotation of a word correct? Is it perfect, or close enough, no one can see the seams, the erasures? The picture, should it have been edited, or was the original better? Will anyone read, will they care, will someone?

Uncertainty seems to come with the territory, but we can stand loud and proud when we feel we must. Our hearts are open, our minds malleable, our work forever with us. Dreams are waking us to grab tools of record in the dire hours of the night. We study, then find it not enough, and explore more.

When the curtain draws down, we will be begging long enough to get the current work complete. Dame Death can wait…

Maybe I exaggerate, I am a poet who writes stories, essays, and attempts books. I do these Creativity Projects that tax me beyond belief. I believe in making myself work because if I do not commit, I might crawl into a cavern and secret myself away. Figuratively speaking darlings, if I had a cavern, we would have sleepovers on crisp nights.

I did poems today, but I am not satisfied with any of them, then when am I confident of the writing I do? I think it is why I read so much. I can twine my mind in someone else’s creation. Anyway, you are warned.

Down, Upsideways

Touched by the feather
Of a snowy dove named love
My soul reaches up
Toward Heaven way above
Then stretches out and abroad.

I inhale the breeze
Breathing out weighty worry;
Then again process,
Exhaling stores of kindness and joy
Praying health, happiness, prosperity to all.

I hope good fortune
Will find ample opportunity in many lives;
People who shall discover
Grace as comfort always
And fullness of faith as a living fire.

SWAP

Can I be you now?
I know I should not ask,
But you seem self-assured,
Only for today, until
The time day goes undercover
Where we can dream mysteries
We might never encounter if
Our lives did not intersect,
Combine, entwine, meld,
Like no one knows but we
In on the secrets only we two may
Comprehend, understand;
How will our hearts ever beat
Quite the same as prior, after
Sharing who we really are?
Do you realize how precious,
Surpassing grand are the gifts
You within yourself do own?
We might be explorers, ah, home.

Perpetually

Let us live forever
Remembered by generations
Whose opportunity to know
Us is only in the creations
We leave behind in time.
What we share with others
What we release from within,
Those  bits and pieces of thought
Captured in any set form
Can transmit over eras
Perhaps helping someone grow
Into a person better suited
To survive whatever may
Become their experience
In living a maximum life.

I hope you found something of worth, I have not felt like I could do this today. The Quits have set in. You know that saying, “You should not be doing this. It is not any good. Give up.” Yeah, my brain has not yet learned, “Never Give Up!” is stronger. Anyway, thank you for visiting. If you wish there is a follow button, or come back when you like.

All the best to you, and keep reaching for your goals, I believe in you. I thank God this marvelous tool brings us together. I hope I did not go over long today. Sometimes, if you knew, I have lots to share.

Wookie watching television, movie. Less edited version.

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© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Observations

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Someone on Twitter was told to go away and die. I wonder if people realize how absolutely horrible and devastating, it is to say that to another human being.

Words are immensely forceful. As the Bible says, the tongue has the power of life and death. The reason is words have meaning and can create states in our minds. In our world, the power extends beyond speaking to all we write.

I wrote something affirming in answer to the tweet, “You sweep that trash away. Realize you are lovely, valuable, precious, and needed. You have a purpose and a reason. Love and goodness are surrounding you. Reach out to those who appreciate you or go find people who do. Do not give up. You are so special. Bless you.”

We must be about a positive impact on others. Love is the only life, and we must each ensure others are embraced, encouraged, and inspired.

There is enough pain in the universe without nasty words, I mean words that break hearts and souls. People attempt to be tough, and that is admirable, but at the core, our selves are fragile. Everyone needs appreciation. The battles we fight with life do incalculable damage, the least we may do is be kind and loving when we interact. It takes a bit of effort, but it could change a life from destruction and disaster to blessing and love in action.

Do not speak, nor write, in the heat of anger. It takes self-control to master your rage, but we all know this monster is not one the world requires, at all. The old saying, if you cannot say something kind, say nothing at all, has considerable merit. If we remember, we can forestall unleashing much torture on others and ourselves.

Sure, we misspeak or write things in a moment of provocation, but if we consistently curb hurtful words, we can improve our communications; with us, the community of mankind becomes more tolerant and loving.

 

Further thoughts…

Life can break your heart in many ways, still, give your love away. The more passion you share, the fuller your heart, so you can go on giving.

When you hurt and suffer, do not give up, you are stronger than you know. Pain helps you grow in understanding. The experiences will equip you with wisdom to provide someone who needs help with comfort.

If you have doubts, do not quit. As you keep going, you will learn more about faith and trust. After you do what presented as impossible, someone else will follow your example to success.

The struggle is never one of us alone. Others go before, and others come behind. We see the ones who slay giants, and we are inspired to conquer those rushing at us with deadly focus on our dreams and lives. The precious ones who follow take heart from our devotion and victories.

All humanity is joined, and the future depends on you and I to carry on. We have meaning and purpose because every life is significant. God loves and adores us every single one. We are given for love, for life, for joy, for abundance, for all, and forever.

 

These were written in my journal, longhand, during the night. I find when I type things in that editing changes occur. I am less exacting in my journal. The journal is, however, a proving ground. I can be myself on the page, where text, it exerts some logic that I find challenging.

I hope you are enjoying your days. Surround yourself with love and beauty. Let no one dissuade you from the fact you are essential. As much as you may, eliminate negativity from your attitudes and your life. Gratitude is a source of solace in times of turmoil. Be mindful of the great blessings in your life. As Thanksgiving comes about, meditate on goodness.

I am grateful:

  1.   I have family and friends who love me.
  2.   There is such ample opportunity to live.
  3.   My dogs are good company.
  4.   I was able to accomplish a lot in the house during the week.
  5.   I have writing, art, reading, music, and more to help me maintain some balance.

You are priceless, always remember who you are, a precious being come from love and living love.

As a prompt: Write, or otherwise create, something that will encourage others to hold on and then, if you can, share it. You may find that in the creation, your spirit is lifted. This is one of the tremendous gifts of positive communication. It helps us float over the waves even as it prevents someone else from drowning in the depths.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. I hope you take away something that helps you on your journey. There is a follow button, or simply come back when you wish.

Keep yourself grounded in the present, but plan as you can for the future. It comes rushing like calvary, and you must prepare or be taken by the storm. Be well, do well, and God bless you always.

Always,
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Me, the Dog, and Jesus

The shelter dog experience requires a great deal of patience (at least two I know of, do). Sometimes I look at this beautiful dog with some of the most aggravating quirks I have seen, and I think how I am also a mongrel. I do not fit the average design, but God chose me, just as He did you, to be who exactly we are. He has a purpose for every sort of difficulty I present to Him. Usually, I think He wants me to learn on Him to depend, instead of any faith I might place in me.

I do not run straight to Jesus as often as I should. My dog does not run to me, she creeps, or sometimes she has that sad, sad face that will break me open because, despite her craziness, I love her. She hurts me, I have scars, I had to wear a brace, she runs off where I have to go into strange territory miles away searching for her, and she does not always answer when I call. I am like this with my sweet Jesus too. He died on the cross because of me, that is some incredible injury. How much a disappointment it must be to Him, when He is certain He made it perfectly clear what is expected, and I go my own way, then creep to touch His hand, hoping He will fight my battles. Thankfully, He does not scream at me, as I sometimes do with the dog. He remembers that I am living a broken, sinful life, in a shattered sin-filled world and over and again He has mercy on me. My mercifulness leaves much to be desired with the dog, but we are working on it, and it improves in spurts and starts.

I do not recommend the shelter dog experience, but should you wish an object lesson on who our Father is, try it. As Alex told me, “Get a big dog, it’ll be fun, Mom.”

I do not know how my analogy stands up, and really I just wrote this off the cuff. Jesus knows I try to explain who He is to me, so maybe you will find a life with Him. It is the only life worth living and has a single promise of eternity.

The Wookie is the big dog, the tiny tot is Mom’s dog (mine now), Tribble. We might explore another story another day.

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