Visitation

Halloween visited
Today, and I was glad to
See it come this way.
It’s been a little much year,
And I am happy to welcome
The pleasant haunting
To chase the desolate daunting
Out from confined space.

It’s a Guess…

Sometimes I come to this thing I do every day and I am lost without any discernible way. I would welcome most any idea from anywhere, but I am left to my devices. So this is what you get today. I sort of like it, even if I had no inkling what it would be. I just play, like the kid I used to be.

I hope your creativity graces you with gifts that delight you. Smiles can be hard to come by, but love will always find a way. Keep plodding, there are great things to come, you just have to continue on.

Future Chasing

In the deep places
Where every stream of words keeps
There abides a space
We can sometimes tender reach
To work miracles with lines.

A whisper within
The cold September rain sings
The joy of your name
Captivating me again,
The storm, beloved, begins.

Be, dance, read, sing, write,
The materials we feel, touch,
Create us all real.

Time will find us each
Among the careful gardens
Where butterflies play
Weaving beauty and magic
Hope and creativity.

Given we well know
Ourselves, one another, seems
We might harness dreams
To transport us across space,
Time to live of love and peace.

The Marvelous Wookie

Wookie is not a fan of photographs when she must be in them. Also, sleeping in my bed rather than hers would make her much happier. Her short hairs cause me to go into a mad itch, so I usually let her lounge on the floor.

Pondering Extremities…

Somehow, sometime, there
Is a chance of change, to be,
When happy becomes,
Taking over history;
Love, money, all the little things.
The smiles wild blasting
Able to overcome all
The mosquito troubles,
Discounted into oblivion;
Until they, undead, rise again.
I look, for once, at you,
Wondering, could we be real
Becoming something more
Than beneficial friends?
Remembering how I fail,
Time and time, always again;
I turn myself around,
Expecting to walk – because
I cannot survive another breaking –
Of my oft shattered, tattered, torn heart;
But this time, maybe, one time,
My dice roll different numbers;
The soul of love knows the game,
Infinitely well, it gathers and tells.
Your hand brushes my shoulder,
My leaving, I hesitate, wait,
You softly whisper, “Will you stay?”
Going no longer seems
The needful thing to do
I get a hopeful glimpse
Of what might happen if
I chose to embrace my dreams.
Life evolves from complication,
To a rising sense of simplicity
And living all on my own
Becomes a rumor overwritten
By secret looks, shared music, laughter,
Bathed in acceptance and respect,
Growing perhaps into love beyond
What mortal life can measure,
Something captured on the intake
And outflow of every blessed breath.

You did not have to
Be the who you have become,
But I am happy
You are precisely who you
Are, and claim yourself to be.

Thank you for visiting, please follow Haphazard Creative, or in your rambling find your way back here again. I hope you have a blissful weekend with plenty of time for creation, both the making of things and enjoying the gifts God so generously shared with us.

As a prompt, pick something dear and create about it. You may choose to share or keep it to yourself. You are the one in charge of how you interact with this reality.

I did something rare overnight. I watched an episode of one of my guilty pleasures. I had not done that since February. Maybe one day I will catch up the show.