Space

It is no palace
Some things are well beyond my
Remedy, yet still
It is my comfortable
Space, the home, my dear heart place.
I can hide my breath
Within the sheltering walls
Where no one can hurt
Me unless I bring them inside
Allow them the time to rage.
Safety is around
Me like a cloak sheer but warm
Protecting from storms
I can never leave here long
For my soul calls me back home.
Today I find songs
Words to carry me away
While yet here I stay
My mind is a traveling
Show, taking me where I wish.
No house, ah, no one
Can hold me to one ground space
I am all over
Though here I often abide
Life takes me off, everywhere,
I am myself, poet, writer,
Seer of mind, heart, and all wheres.

2020.05.27 Manatee

Tanka (Creative Snapwrites)

In the heavy crush
Of the first hug shared in months
The body melted,
Sealed the emotion tight as
A letter’s envelope flap.

*******

Love, and hopes, and dreams,
The basis of everything
Real and exciting,
These call us back from deep sleep
Revive our lives, living greet.

*******

Some days writing is
All the wishes coming true,
Sweet answered prayer,
Others its works are gummed
With nails, staples, super glue.

*******

I have lived such dreams
Of you that it only seems
Right, here together,
I give because loving you
Makes mine a much better life.

2020.05.27 Butterfly Totem

I am so pleased with the way my computer works now. I had limited my use of it because of slowness. Not anymore. I took the above photo at Callaway Gardens in between rainstorms during that day.

Four Pages

Including front and back, I have four more pages in this journal. If you journal or keep a notebook, you may know what that is like. As I get closer to the end of the book, the excitement begins. I want to rush, so I can retire this journal. Put paid to all the pages, what I accomplished, and those things I left undone.

It may seem silly, but it has always been this way for me. I try hard to stay with one notebook to completion, but it becomes a test of will. This has been an eventful journal. It has seen me through the Coronavirus Isolation and surprises unexpected.

Often what you see here is birthed in the pages on which I write by hand. Sometimes those thoughts are edited as they are transcribed, and often, they come straight up.

I recommend journaling to creatives as a safe place to percolate what you wish to make. I go back and find the books I was reading had an influence; my health told my page count, who and where I visited showed up in lines I might only realize at a distance. You can keep a line by line journal, a creative journal, a gratitude journal, or anything other and combination you choose. I do believe it will increase your output due to the many ideas that will make your acquaintance there.

I doubt I make 56 posts on Haphazard Creative for May. I have fallen a bit behind. A lot is going on just now in my reality. I have been busier than I have in some time.

At least, I will finish my journal. I have to choose a new one. That will be a difficulty, there are many here. Maybe I will call on you all for advice. Do you like things like this? Ah, you may consider it so much useless la-te-da, it is okay. We are not all alike, and it is to our advantage that way. The differences in us make us more beautiful gifts to each other.

I should get a reading list up sometime soonish. I keep a separate journal for reading books. Amazon is pushing for me to go back to GoodReads and also to do reviews, they can ask, I think I am not doing. I will do reviews of the most sketchy kind on here.

Well, I think I should go. I hope you have an evening filled with joy, and whatever most pleases you.

When Becoming

Inside the self where
All the thrust resides and builds
As hunger occurs
There hide those sweet, warm pleasures;
The keeping of life throughout.
Facilitating
Creativity we each
Stand sometimes alone,
But loneliness is a free
Boundary designed to transcend.
Heaven’s gates not far
From we who contemplate soft
Sounds of quiet taste
Recommending love every
Cell can fully share abroad.
We do not succumb
To the devices some others
Place before our face
We react as freedom’s agents
Giving of the things needed
That all everyone
Has to accomplish aided
Each along varied paths
Reaching together we come
Into the lightened place
Where dreams are made our full truth
And love nurtures us.

Notes in Line O5/22/20

The face you can see
Is an open window to
The heart, mind, and soul,
But when you turn, walk away,
You block out the light of day.

*******

Maybe I cannot
Walk today because of pain,
But if I must crawl
To come beside, with, you here
It will be small price to pay.

*******

No one loves me, you,
As does the Savior who gave
Up Heaven for us,
Giving His life, sacrifice,
To buy us eternity.

*******

What seems so simple
Is the love finally found
Within friendship bound.

Sometimes I have things leftover in my journal that for some reason I did not share. These are some of those.