1 I Light the Chalice With a Headstrong Libation From Somewhere Distinct In memory And moment, Motion To see You Again.
2 The work Never stops, The war to Keep together What battles Left me; Meaning confused By voices, Whether his or Mine, Unknown.
3 I sing Like, Maybe, Someone Would Take Interest, Still, As usual I am plagued By fear And doubt – The both Block My Music Out.
4 Sleep, Soft ones, So dear – Life is A balmy Evening, Where ravens Appear.
One through three are tanka; four is a haiku. I gave them unconventional line breaks to add emphasis.
PROMPT Consider something you have created; take it to another medium or form. Please do not presume to know what you make until you take directions you did not first use.
Appreciation 1. Even when I fall, I find the way. 2. What no one knows. 3. Still learning.
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Today, I return to my original format used with my first creativity project online, found on Chronicles. I have included my handwritten journal entry for this date.
Prompt If you have not tried journaling, do that. You may wish to do freeform as above, or you may want to give yourself a topic each day. If you are doing specific creative work, a journal may also be used to work out glitches and problems in what you are doing. Include what you wish; a journal is like a friend whose feedback is in your reading again.
Recommendation I have listened to the Audible version of Sandman and am listening to Sandman 2. I am usually not a fan of audiobooks, but I find these extremely enjoyable. Both employ a cast of voice actors and required sounds, and it may help that I am already a fan of Neil Gaiman.
READING SUGGESTION The first book I have completed in 2022 is Ready Player One by Ernest Cline. I read this book in 2011 when it originally came out, and I am afraid much reading since fogged my memory of some portions. Since my son, Alex, often references it, I reread it. It is a good book about computers, simulations, the 1980s, the present, friendship, romance, lost love, and even has some murder thrown in. It is a book with a broad appeal, as relevant now as at its initial publication, maybe more.
1 Maybe, those dreams past We can make real if we take This time to attend To things we began before Warnings dire started to flash.
2 Who could you become If you trusted yourself more Than you have before?
3 We can never buy What we want most, try we may But days, past decays.
Gratitude List I am thankful: 1. For holidays, and For average days when routine Takes hold, and things are A bit less bold, and one can Be a comfortable self, like: A quiet volume, Not opened to reveal all The story it hides, But sitting dreamy waiting ‘Til some hungry soul arrives. 2. For clever devices Technologies some devise Adding joy to lives. 3. My ability To read and maybe write, With some expertise. 4. These dogs, who call me Theirs, who willingly share space And the air freely. 5. Friends and family I have had, happily known, Those lives still present And those now gone, just away, Or to their heavenly home.
A gratitude list, made poetry? Not entirely sure what happened there, but I also seem to speak in rhyme from time to time, so I guess I will not worry over something so sublime.
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When creating seems impossible, sometimes it is good to bide our time and do things that fill the well. Other times we have to jump in and make do with what comes. Pushing ourselves will not necessarily lessen our work’s quality, but it might get us back to flow.
We may not feel like cooking, but we will do it so we can eat. Our art will never appear without our exerting effort. Even if inspiration seems to desert us, we have agile minds, which can imagine even when the streams we commonly rely on have run dry.
We must do, or we fall into habits that include accepting creative blocks. There comes a moment we recognize a stop only exists as we allow it.
Breaking Through
The cold moves over Me like a breath of wind brought In with the opening Of a door unexpected And I chill a little thrill.
Night has in its fists All the light it took away At the sun’s setting It seems to whisper Winter Has no patience to further wait.
I laugh that ready Chortle that calls another Game to begin here For this too is my season Breathing it, I brace with health.
One essential point to keep foremost in mind is that we are not guaranteed time. What we want to do we must be busy about doing. Finding a reason is easy if we wish to leave some evidence of our lives on Earth. We are capable of much more than we often believe. Only we can do what we can do.
If you must, borrow A smile from a friend, stranger, Then bend creation.
Here’s hoping everyone finds themselves with the mindset to create. It is so vital; in fact, it can change reality.
Wave upon wave drives Crashing to shore swallowing – Ejecting, found more.
Haphazard Creative 
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