Gifts Given

Day bleeds into night,
Dismissing darkness, nightmares,
Nothing unknown seems;
We stand formidable still
Courageous love, we instill.

We are all precious
Treasured in adversity,
Shining fixtures placed
With love fully embraced as
We are in reality.

Different – skyborne
Galaxies – with miracles
To share giving hope,
All is, ever shall be well,
We create much of our fate.

Holding each other
With full capacity of
Kindness, love, respect,
Reveals the heart of wisdom
Fulfilling hopes, making dreams.

Who we are always
Inspires cause to celebrate;
We – answered prayers –
Raised in ancestral days,
Pitching tents in paradise.

Prompt: Who are you? Who are we? Create…

Gratefulness:
Jelly Bird Beans
Chocolate Bunnies
Bananas
Pudding
Bagel Bites

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I hope you have an incredible week. God bless you.

Everything here, on Haphazard Creative and Chronicles, is
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan.

Gifts We Cannot Buy

The quiet of home when we
Return from wrestling lions all day.
The satisfaction of writing letters,
Poems, songs for loved ones.
The taste of a meal carefully
Prepared with helpings of love.
A comfortable chair, bright light,
Books we are longing to read.
Songs we never realized existed
But for which we find a soul hunger.
A dog, cat, lizard, goat, cow, whoever
Comes snuggles up, revealing devotion.
Stolen hours when hearts, souls
Are permitted freedom to dance art.
Picking up a crying child, watching
As eyes go wide, kissed by a smile.
The sweet hug of those treasured
Who we raised despite everything.
Traveling to a far-off wonderland,
Returning to a space of belonging.
Knowing, growing with screen friends,
Finally, meeting with hugs, face to face.
Sunshine after a bleak succession
Of wickedly dark, sad stormy days.
The alabaster moon coming from behind
Clouds, in time for a sweetheart kiss.
Setting aside specific times to find those
Moments to sincerely pray to the Lord.
Laying down, fed, safe, warm, beneath
Covers, falling into deep refreshing sleep.
Awaking to a day full of opportunity,
Possibility, without doubt, we are loved.
Living in a blessed place where each one
Can achieve hopes, dreams, and success.

The Well, Prepared

Situation Playcation – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Writing is the thing that teaches us to understand the experience we cannot command or comprehend. Living is a riot, constant impressions, wild digressions, unbanished obsessions, mythic approximations, and passionate exhibitions.

Love is real, no poetic fairytale; it sometimes bites with destructive force. There are other times it breathes life back into a being near become a cold, bloodless corpse. Heedless, love carries headless need into ages where hearts aflame assuage the blame for falling again.

I.
When what you most want
Remains beyond ability
You become adept
Using CREATIVITY
To fulfill some hopes and dreams.

II.
I am not ideal
But being real is enough
For those loving me.

III.
I have discovered
The wild child passionate self
Does exist still.

IV.
I could sing you blue,
Golden, or bright rainbow hues;
I would disappear
In the arrangement of notes,
Unrecognized within you.

V.
Love plays, tackling us,
In fields where flowers obey
Injunctions to fade;
We are colors resisting
What makes delight history.

Prompt: Create something showing how writing or art rescue from the forgetfulness of greedy insanity.

Thankfulness:
No television to distract.
Productiveness.
Moleskine.
Love.
Creativity.

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Everything on Haphazard Creative is © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan.

Journal Sparkles

Prompt: Only compare yourself to yesterday’s you, but try to determine a significant change in who you are. Create something that expresses your journey.

Always Thankful:
My lap desk arrived.
I was able to work more smoothly.
I scavenged around and found the correct part to repair MIGHTIER.
I vacuumed and swept the house.
I waste no lessons, though some wreck havoc.

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I am doing a Creativity Project for which I post at least once daily for the whole of 2021. I completed the challenge last year. I find these help build a body of work and encourage more significant improvisation. I encourage you to try something similar.

Love, Just Something Like

I sit at his side
Listening attentively,
Learning as we go,
Not what is thought, how we are,
Friends, even a wee bit more.
Knowing the pieces
Covered, before other worlds,
Holding such secrets
As might be misunderstood
If bared in the public square.
Not ordinary,
But nothing needs explaining;
The music continues
Spinning out careful magic
Who we are, we want to be.
Dreams become unreal
Still fulfilling unknown tastes,
Sorting out the problems, mess,
In time to leave the distress.
We cannot claim us
Yet, there is evident a bond,
Sweeter than loneliness,
A connection made in time
Outside the usual design.
Hope flutters tattered
Wings attempting beauty, flight,
A word soft-spoken
Is wind enough to lift dreams
Into possibility –
Knowing time the remedy,
Clarity, to foster focus
Bring all things together – alight.

Prompt:
Observe your emotional temperament, look at what is present in your life, do they agree? Create something that exhibits your findings.

Thankful Today:
When I woke up, it was 51 degrees in the house; I ran the logs, it is now 64 degrees.
I walked over 20,000 steps.
A tremendous variety of music is available for my listening enjoyment.
Chicken.
Chocolate.

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