Storm

I am not who I might be if life were a different reality. I walk between this and that, here and there, time and forever. I get lost because there is never enough of my giving to soothe the souls I disturb. I would love, Love, love, but am a nuisance, a bygone heart ripped apart. Whoever, I am meant to be is twisted and confused within me and without any security. So, blame, blame the rain that falls October from these troubled eyes. An Agent of Spiraling Chaos, may be the truth , there, though I cannot see, thinking Haphazard Creative more truly me.

I am hoping and hiding, an original, tortured by rank facsimiles. No, no, you misread my disposition candidly.

Acclaim

God heals, holds, enfolds
Us in His Love unending
We are His children,
Bought, the price, Christ’s sacrifice,
Jesus is forever for us.
Gifts: mercy, grace, Love
Always accruing to us
We are blessed children,
Each one precious to Jesus
Souls, hearts, sealed by His Spirit.

PROMPT: If you are inclined, create something outside or inside the storm. Choose your comfort or discomfort and away.

Gratitude: Being whatever it is, I come to be, wherever I am placed, as will be. Blessings eternal.

Tanka, Photo, Design

I wrote ten pages in my journal today. This tanka is an excerpt. I picked a subject to photograph and include, then used Adobe Express to complete the design.

Prompt: Combine elements from various media in a creation. Share if you choose.

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Keep safe and may you be richly blessed.

All material © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan. I welcome your contact should you wish to share my work.

Life Does Sing

At the Tennessee Aquarium
©Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Life Does Sing

What is this fond thing
A haunting that enfolds us,
New yet, familiar
Like the breezes’ gentle kiss?
Since encouragement to Love
Is a melody
Quieting contentious thought,
We swim into song
All beauties, surrounding – still
Shadows – knowing every name;
Life embraces Loving
Wrapping our core uniqueness
In almost comfort,
But restlessness inspires reach
To achieve, complete, receive;
Adventure whispers
Never hesitate, embark.
Moments so fleeting –
Do not give up this striving,
For excellence commissions
Toward performance,
Rousing harmony stellar
Turning inside out
Our hearts’ dear feelings become
An ocean, emotion, Love
Beckoning each day,
Life does sing.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

On Friday, August 12, I drove to Chattanooga to visit my son, Alex. I took him a few supplies since he will be starting college at the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga campus soon. He gave me a tour of the campus, and I was amazed.

We ate some scrumptious food and we visited both portions of the Tennesse Aquarium.

I wrote the poem at the beginning of the post, longhand in my journal today. My only significant change was bringing it from the first person to a universal third when I typed it on my phone.

I wish I could attend college. It would be an incredible adventure. I hope Alex has a tremendous academic experience in studying Data Science. There is much on that campus to keep him interested and busy.

I am grateful I found the courage to drive up to see Alex. I am so honored to have such a talented young man who has accomplished much as my son. God blessed me abundantly in the gift of a child with his aptitudes to offer the world.

Alex at the Tennessee Aquarium
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt: Create something that engenders positive feelings. Share it if you choose.

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Be steadfast, be excellent, and find joy in the blessings surrounding us. God be with everyone always.

All work on Haphazard Creative and my other site, Chronicles, is my own work,
copyright Jo Ann Joyce Anita Jordan, unless otherwise cited. If you choose to copy or use my work, don’t hesitate to contact me for permission.

Quickly

Evening Revels

Whatever happened
To the ones who drifted by
Not knowing the names
Of the places once traveled,
But drinking the wine, despite?
Maybe the meeting
Of another changed the face
Of one, perhaps more,
Bringing smiles that sang loudly
Of happiness, shared bedrooms.
There may be others
Like the one in a blue suit
Who was returning
From a funeral wished not
To have attended, hopeless.
Reckon all these lives
Will little remember how
Each place held lilies
In blue vases chased with gold,
If memory stays at all.