Beginning: I was love, Softness in words, deeds, Meeting incessant needs. Time taught: The world, A hard place to fall; My mistakes, misdeeds Caused cruel stinging pain. Learning: Reading, writing, Were who I quickly became. Maladies: Kept home, taught A body could be a traitor. Determination: A semblance Of the best salvaged from rest. Passions: Love came easily For music and dance, Building stories better than my life, Writing poems at every chance. World: Water was my element, I flirted with the hungry magic – Of fire, at many campsites. School: Lessons were not hard, I studied gruelingly, but kids, Were often less than kind, I hurt but pursued devotedly, A well-educated mind. Romance: When invaded, I embraced it and have Never really let it go, I have loved occasionally, And lost much the same, Only bits of my heart Have remained with those Who my passion claimed. Tragedy: I learned a mind Could be shattered and After, rearranged, though Never working quite right; Certain God does miracles, And pieces can be fashioned – Into something precious, if One lives long enough to grow. Mission: I try to learn how to Illustrate lessons I come to know, Loving those who cross my path But I often mess up on the way; I tried, learned it is okay to be me.
I wrote the poem above in my journal. It was much different.
As a PROMPT: Take something you have created, either long past or recently, and do a critical and exhaustive reworking. I usually say calm and ignore your inner critic, but you should allow it out to play at this time.
GRATITUDE: Time spent on the phone with my son, Alex. My being an editor. My ability as a writer. WordPress: It saved my MSN Spaces blog by transferring it to Chronicles. I woke up early enough to put the Explorer out of the rain so the leak would not cause problems.
Some days are a fevered pitch of defeat and glory. Today was one such. I did not want to be alone, and I got my hope. I spent last night and today in my Happy Place with Richard, who challenges me to be more than I think I can be.
We did not miss a thing sitting at the tables, viewing events on a projection screen. Much of the day was moving, and sometimes in contrary ways.
We laughed riotously at unpredictable surprises and were moved deeply by others.
Change is, nothing remains the same. As a people, we must look forward and let the past collect its debts in time as is its due. I am thankful the day did not descend into chaos as was so recently the case.
I had clam chowder for the first time last night and again this evening. As I have mentioned, he cooks for me. I spent some time doing the things I would at home, reading on my tablet, and being a wastrel on my computer. He did some work, and I could distract him if I were near.
So many times, we put our hope in personalities and people. Perhaps we should recognize that over everything is the Lord who holds every destiny. Life is a gift, and we must spend each second carefully.
I have a few goals toward which I am working. I am not calling them resolutions because I expect to work on them as long as I am. One is trying to build a reservoir of self-confidence; this is sorely lacking in me. Richard suggests I do another thing, not worry about what others think about me because it is not my business. The other; just be myself and love as much as I can in any way I can.
Prompt On a day like today, we have endings and beginnings; what can you personally undertake to improve your existence? Create something on such a theme.
Gratitude Today The transition that occurred in our nation today was peaceful. Richard avoided a disaster. I proofed a magazine overnight. Music is such consolation. I did this even though I would like otherwise.
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Love is our true fate, Given us for all goodness, Aiding survival.
A child is a gift Perfectly bestowed, teaching, Lessons as we go.
We may not answer All the questions rendered us, But wisdom becomes
Prompt: Explore some relationship, dear to you, in a creative form. If shorts appeal, use haiku, tanka, or just limited lines.
Gratitude Today I have a tribe. My evening with Richard. Good victuals. Chocolate. Hugs.
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Understanding is Difficult when all you feel Is magnified pain; Welcome to the fierce party Where the fight is to be real, heal. Put it all away The problem and scalding tears No illustration Is necessary because Everyone has scrabbled in The concoction made When one forgets to close those Cabinet doors written of In proper legend, The lore of continued Battles in ongoing war. No one becomes the victor, Only adept at disguise. Screams of despair Rise, rise into pallid skies Pain never fades, stops, But does not lie; it destroys Equally all of the time.
Prompt: Create something quickly, which seems you took considerable time. Try to engage all your creativity in limited moments.
Gratitude Today I was up to see Alex off. I finished up the magazine pages with the others. I took a nap. Alex made it to Jacksonville safely. I think I will complete this post in time.
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