Some days we find difficult to incorporate into the woven fabric that expands to welcome love and life. The oceans of time and space try our pace, to haste, with little or no grace. Still, we face it all with courage borrowed from other days, whether past or future only living will divulge.
Welcome now, you travelers, come from wherever you hail. My thanks that you tarried here some moments from your day. Your comments, follows, likes, and shares will help bear me further along with the tasks required to bring these thoughts to you. May all your works rise to honor you. Blessings, I hope your life shall imbue with joy.
You know when you go to place an order on Amazon, and you realize you want THE ITEM placed in your presence immediately, only yesterday. This sort of occurrence happens to, I suppose, everyone at one time or another.
Happening is evermore infinite, occurring in place and time – past, present, and future.
There is, somewhere, something, an intangibility to our reality, which is almost always on the edge of what we grasp. Maybe poets are extraordinarily aware that reaching the ethereal is an opportune possibility. Of Creativity, perhaps Poetry sits on a plane, sphere, somewhat of its own making. The visions conjured in a way incomprehensible and unique but calling out to be written. A wordly wizardry juggled like bubbles blown by a unicorn.
Nothing is impossible because everything is variable. Artistry caught on a cellphone like a castle composed of air articulated by An Agent of Spiralling Chaos captured on a string not quite relative in theory.
Like this scrap from long ago:
Somewhere on the edge of tomorrow, Somewhere on the verge of yesterday, Somewhere in the past, we don’t remember, Somewhere not of Earth, far away.
Somewhere there are songs we were singing, Somewhere there are rhymes that we made, Somewhere on the edge of tomorrow, Somewhere on the verge of yesterday.
The verses are like a found artifact that never entirely becomes but is nonetheless something recognizable.
Ah, what teenage girls dream in quickly vanishing moments. Something of beauty not to be caught in amber. Yet, now existent in the material, making meaning to sentient beings doing what we glean as living.
PROMPT: Use some found article in your environment as a catalyst for creation. You are a creature able to manifest greatness.
My fondest thanks for your presence here today. May something have enlightening potential for you. If it suits your fancy comment, follow, like, and share with others who you believe might realize some compatibility with the compositions and complications here.
May living enrich your being infinitely. Blessed be in each exploration, momentarily.
Thank you for taking the time to visit Haphazard Creative. May encouragement and inspiration find you. Follow, like, comment, and share if you wish. These help keep me agile in the brain; creativity likes an audience.
May God richly bless you in all your times and endeavors.
Today, I came with nothing, no content, no plan, and without words. I decided to write from there. At that moment, something magical happened. The page reached out and I grabbed hold. Now, history unspools from the past, my writing; the present, your reading; the future, something seeded in you, me. Forever is changed, legacy, destiny.
1. Paper 2. Pen 3. Technology 4. Learning 5. Literacy
Prompt: Create from the point of view of a tool you use.
I take this opportunity to say a fond thanks to you for spending your time with me on Haphazard Creative. I realize each moment is precious, so you do honor me. I ask that you express your feelings in a like, comment, or follow. Should you be inclined, please share what you found here with someone you believe might appreciate it. I hope you find inspiration and encouragement in this missive. God Bless You and Yours, Eternally!
I collect things, pens, journals, books, images, and feelings. Never know when I might find myself in need, so I squeeze things in, some with ease. Others come harder, jagged, and broken, but those find meaning, too.
PROMPT: Go somewhere, familiar or strange, take photographs that soothe or move you. See if you have words to fit the images. Try them out to fit. Post if you can and will.
There is something I want to catch. I have not gotten it yet. Maybe I will share it when I do. Today came close, but we all know there are times when images play us for fools, spooling out with bartered charm.
I caught other photographs, but maybe these are enough for today. I do not know, indeed cannot say for sure, but I might bog someone down. Time will keep, until it does not, then it will slide out and away.
Thankful for these, Today:
1. Oreo cookies. 2. The pen I photographed above is a spirit of music, and music is a muse. 3. January, days when the depth and darkness seem to fall away. 4. Finishing reading the first book in the new year. 5. Sleep.
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