Discovered

I have searched almost
Everywhere I have ever
Been, for a key
Friend
Who could unlock who
I am and understand.
People have shed light,
Insight,
But no one entirely, clearly,
Reflects the heart, whole
Of me as beautifully
As the ink stains on paper
I have placed with joy,
Rancor.
Sometimes I write with
No real understanding of
Who I may at the moment be,
But later find myself captured
Effortlessly.
Poetry is right in ways
I cannot quite define,
As if life might find
Its measure in a telling
Line or through an accidental
Rhyme found like a crumb
On a velvet sleeve
Deposited
At some point but unnoticed.
We are the poetry of Creation
Written into brief existence
By God, Lord of Eternity,
Who
Must rejoice when we create,
As does He consistently.
I know He knows my totality
And pray for His guidance
As my soul composes love.

As a prompt, create something that relates your relationship to or experience of poetry.

2020.08.11 Sea Birds rr

Involved…

Is it complicated?
Like you would never believe,
All these ifs, ands, buts.

The more I know,
The more my mind
Is confused and desires
Knowledge to sharpen
Connections between thoughts
And probable reality.

Then there is us,
What are we?
A definition is impossible,

However, creativity
Is the mortar connecting us
In time, if not space,
Which is better than nothing;
No expectations, no demands,
Just a togetherness, loosely

Defined in LOVE, I admit,
But hold only in Dreamtime;
Inarticulate, an extreme.

2020.08.10 Lilies Orange rr

As a prompt, think over your life, is it complicated? Create something that gives a window into the moment.

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God bless you and all you hold dear.

Be Encouraged

The gracious sun rose today
Its rays upon the earth to play
With life-giving light to nourish
And illuminate where it fell.

God loves you endlessly and
Extravagantly,
He is forever ready
To intercede.

Children and pets still
Find ample reasons
For JOY as they share
Themselves and their play.

Someone loves you more
Than it is possible
For you
To ever guess or know.

Flowers, trees, birds, bees,
Creatures, foliage, freely grow;
Rivers, oceans, streams, all
Manner of waters sustaining flow.

You have learned volumes
There is so much more to keep
You content in further discovery
As you gain wisdom, so you know.

Music and film,
Books and magazines,
Cater to every taste
And intellectual whim.

Be Encouraged,
You are ALIVE
And life, the living
Is precious.

Life; greater than
Any sum of money,
Or vast collection
Of priceless gems.

Lofty or lowly each
Has reason and purpose,
Station can change in the haste
Of a blinking eye.

Keep hoping, loving, trying,
Bring all you are and remember,
Your blessings always,
For Blessed Beloved You Are.

Years ago when I used typewriters, I used to play with creation in type. I rarely do it on computers and I have no answer why. I do carefully chose typefaces or fonts. Anyway, this is a bit different for me. Again, I borrowed the idea from the moderator in my Journal Writing group.

I hope all of you are having a good evening, or day, as may be. Try to remember love, because love is everything.

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I am here each day, this is a 365 Creativity Project for the year 2020. I am pleased that so far I have posted at least once each day.

What Inspires You?

I have been in a Journal Writing group that began on Yahoo and moved to Facebook for a very long time. Today, our moderator asked, “What Inspires You?” Me, being an equal opportunity opportunist jumped on the subject and brought it here. What follows are a few of my inspirations.

INSPIRATION:

Reading, writing, photography, kindness, the beauty of creation especially people, music, a taste, a smell, a sensation I cannot describe, light, shadows, my dogs, being alone, being free, you all here, knowing those who have gone still have influence in life, love, belief, togetherness, God’s presence and blessings, devices, shelter, chocolate, diet soda, everything my dears.

There is no limit to what can lead my mind to ponder. I wonder, is it like that for you? Do you have to be in a certain mood? I find myself often excited by the simple fact of being and must celebrate its vast array of goodness.

Life is dangerous
Never fair without God near;
The love of ages
On us befalls when we call
Jesus into our dreams, plans.

I am sure I fall
Far short of who I should be,
But it is beyond me.

I am grateful:
1. I have a Kirby.
2. I have stupendous dogs.
3. I have collected tons of books.
4. I am gifted with the ability to write.
5. I tend to inspire extreme loyalty in my friends, those few who remain.

Ladies and gentlemen, I wonder, do you like WordPress’ Block Editor? I tried it and found it was like hieroglyphics. I, therefore, reset my space to classic.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. I hope you found something to your liking and that you will follow or return to the site. It is my prayer that God keep each of you safe and blessed. No matter what may befall your circumstances rest in the assurance that you are much loved.

As a prompt, just to give you a boost, create something in celebration of your inspirations. Also, remember always, no matter what, never give up.

Conjecturing

What is it about?
All this doing and going,
Do we know lovely?
Have we tied ourselves in knots
Because of things we are not?

I Will Be Writing…

When I am tired, and pain is eating me up.
When my mind is hard-pressed to contain itself and continue against disease.
When the bills come with no relief.
When I doubt anyone cares about my words or will read.
Still…

I will be writing because, as far as I can discern, there is no line, no boundary, drawn between words and who I am.

It has always been reading, writing, being. Take my experience of language from me, I likely would quickly cease to be.

Each curving mark, sentence, punctuation mark is endowed with life, a portion of me.

Maybe I seem to exaggerate, but given time away from expression, I begin to regress, fade, lose will to continue, and become unanchored in reality.

For some writing may be a pastime, an idle pursuit, and that may be best for them. Me, it is living, dealing, breathing, so I Will Be Writing…

As a prompt: Think of something that defines or confines you in existence. Create something that expresses this, and perhaps a blueprint for change or greater success within your personal constraints. Remember you can only control what you choose to acknowledge.

2020.08.04 Lily and Bee rr