Seven-Fourteen, Always

I ain’t playing silly games
Running around, outside the flames,
I square my heart inside the fire
Committing LOVE, not plain desire.
All I want is – all of you
I will give my best to make it true,
Who knows, our events may align
Becoming better occasions over time.
My LOVE is full, given free
With hope, it will return to me,
I do not intend to steal
For what is taken seldom proves real.
Come closer now, let us see
If the sparks will flare and us be.
Sweet, dear, kind, bright star-shine,
Will you come near and be mine?

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

This is a song, well, would be. I am too afraid to sing. Anyway, I had to leave my walking circle and hurry to my journal. I lost a line. I had five. I added four on the computer.

Do any of you care about the creative process as I experience it? I do not know. I always find notes about how things were made enlightening.

I had an eclectic set playing before. Jumping all over genres. While I was composing and finishing in the bedroom, there was no music.

I wish I were brave! Please, always be brave!

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative, follow if you wish, or I hope you will find your way back here.

I would usually put a pretty picture here because posts with images… Photoshop crashed because something is up with the hard-drive handler. I want to post an hour ago. No pic peeps, sorry.

Lowercase Hours, Days

I begin to long
For those lowercase hours, days,
When the news was not
Filled with terror, loss, such deep
Human costs; lives we treasured.
Death gone viral, cuts
Us at every corner, blood,
Poisoned by a virus, taken
Needlessly by actions
Unconscionable.
Headlines, commentators, debaters
Shouting in contention for attention
The racket drowning out needed
Silence, senses stirred with no
Intention to abstain and seek
Relief.
Uppercase the months
Hasting in lockstep go by
We see with open eyes
Recognize all the calamity
The vivid insanity
We cannot deny and cry
For the love that we hold –
The world we knew
The things we never thought
Were precious that now
Live in the past we cannot regain.
More lowercase days, maybe,
Are slumbering in a corner
Peaceful,
Where the sun and shadow
Perfectly balance allowing
Moments to dream up a future
Where we are aware and
Prepared to be braver than
Ever before, appreciating life
As irreplaceable and worth
Striving to create through
Love and imagination
In optimum days when we mix
Excitingly all cases of hours, days.

Covid-19, I Have Questions

Ladies, Gentlemen, Others,

I am curious about your experiences during this world-wide pandemic. Have any of you tested positive or recovered from the virus?

If that is not your experience, are you in isolation most of the time?

When you go into the public, do you mask and observe social distancing or no?

Have your daily routines significantly changed, as in working from home versus in an office? If this is your present, do you intend to continue after the crisis is past?

Have you suffered significant financial impairment due to the situation? Is that situation rectifying itself with time, or is this becoming a morass?

My experience is I have not been tested nor recovered from the virus. There is no reason to believe I have had it. I have been in isolation for the majority of the time. When I do go out, I wear a mask, and I avoid going out without my mentor as much as possible. Most of my routines have continued as usual. I did lose a month of copy editing, and though the publications have resumed, they are less robust to some degree, which affects my editing hours.

I should like for things to become more comfortably routine, and I hope your times are pleasant going forward.

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2020

Perfect vision is 20/20. Looking at something clearly and representing both sides is 20/20. This year was expected to come in like the Roaring Twenties by some of us. Get your fashion polished, your music rocking, party down, enjoy life.

2020 did not get the memo. I can see that persona looking at 2019, which we thought we would get the better of in 2020, and grinning, saying, 2019 just watch closely now because it is going to get real.

The coronavirus came in early, and it wanted large portions of our populations. It was not content with one locale; no, it became a worldwide pandemic. Its effects go so much further than the lives it has stolen. The economic ramifications are apt to last several decades. We have learned to live in isolation, but that is not really a rational way. We crave companionship, touch, conversation. So much we have been robbed of in our lives over these months.

In the USA, we are now facing riots, mobs, caused by the ongoing abuse of power by sectors of government, most particularly police brutality and use of lethal force against minorities. There is still a pandemic, and people are taking to the streets to protest. The protest is justified. Damage of property and bodily injury, not so much. However, I do understand the frustration, and if anything can end the injustice, that too may be justified. I worry for those on both sides of the stand-offs.

I am praying for the world. I am writing from my heart. I want to see every life cherished and loved. I want every person, everywhere, to feel that they are worthy and have a future. We are all precious and Black Lives Matter. Prejudice, violence, bullying have no place in our world. We are human, and all of us are creations of God.

The idea that this could have been a year for dressing up and enjoying the company of others, 2020, still sticks in my head. I hope that at some point soon, that may become our reality.

God bless us all. May each one of us stay safe and be guided by love in our dealings. May the coronavirus disappear from Earth, or we find treatments and vaccines. For everyone who is discriminated against may several come forward to ease their plight. May we watch our words and actions and do those things that convey love, kindness, tenderness, compassion to each one we encounter.

I do not often come here with current events. My heart aches, and I must speak out. I am concerned that things may grow worse if we do not try to make a difference.