Opening the Heart Door

Journal Page with Tanka, Poem, and Illustration
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

There are times when showing how things germinate and become seem essential to share. The above is a journal page. I think we all need to know that however our process works, it is okay.

Creativity can be messy. It can also travel in lots of directions to get to an end, and even then, we may wonder what we have. Learning to trust ourselves in our media is why I feel working every day is most important. Even when insecurity and doubt assail us, doing what we love is a refuge and something we cannot give up.

Prompt: Share something you are working on creatively, even if you feel it is still rough around the edges.

Gratitude:
I got up today to sunshine and opportunity.
I found some cool guitar jams.
My workstation.
I have great tools.
Sodas.

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Life’s Illusions

He was endless hope
When her smile dipped beneath tears
Puddled in creases
More rapidly appearing
On her face than ever ought.

Somehow she misgauged
The like he felt even though
She wanted to hold
On to who they were always,
He saw she was far broken.

Each day she kept it
Under control, but lost it
When she realized
She was failing in loving
Him without his loving her.

Caesurae

Salute to those
who have traveled
with me.
I hope you
enjoy whatever
journeys you
undertake.
Sometimes,
what we hope
never appears
and we fail
to understand.
I am quiet;
so be you
and find
your best true.

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I did my Creativity Project for about a year and a half on Chronicles and have done it about the same here.

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WORDs Worth

It all began with The Word,
And the life I live
Began with words, as well.
Nothing
I learned came without
Lettered meaning.

Each day, happily,
Brought more words,
Greater understanding.
It soon became my lot
To gather and arrange
Words
To transmit to others
What intelligence
Allotted me.

WordSmithing
Is not easy
And sometimes
The messages that found
Purchase in my mind
Had little validity
For others.

Still,
I honored what
Was given,
Set it down.

Words always –
Abound.

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The second poem here was a set of paragraphs in my journal today. Often my prose is poetic. Is yours? As a prompt, take something you have written in one form and transform it into another.

Almost

Every day of living
Is a dying, like the setting
Of the tangy tangerine sun,
The flesh rails and fails
Symphonies begin, run, pale.
No heart
Remains untainted by the stain
Of Spring’s laughing showers,
Fall’s fading from existence,
We try to find our meaning
In a word, line, stanza.
Nothing is
The reason to continue
When the hollow halls
Never echo, allow glory,
So the poet and singer
Stop trying to persuade.