When – Other Days

When – Other Days

Beauty
Arcs

Edging toward
What remains,
You

Elsewhere;

Like a missed
Kiss,

Undone by
Someone
Who could not

See

Togetherness
As our
Property,

Poetry.

Wretched
As one must
Be to
Suicide,

Living
To wake,

An absence;
You gone –

Forever –
Loving
Alone

In emptiness,
Desert.

You with
Who you
Found =
Enough.

Friction
Between our

Parts,
No sound;

Symphonies
Played strings
Streams –

Us –
Maybe
We could,

But someday

Death arriving

We will
See again

(Face to Face.)

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Friday, July 18, 2025

It might be that Summer is riding us at the bit, overwrought, needing a cool spray to recall our senses. Ah, Texas, I miss my woods. These days exhaust!

Prompt: What simmers alive with you now? Create something to evoke the tension in your audience. Share it if you wish.

I Am Grateful:

1. I have a library card.
2. I have settled routines (most times).
3. I have been journaling fairly regularly.
4. Creativity on tap.
5. Blessings despite trials.

Storms

We cannot forget
All the hurt now happening
But in dark, shines light,
Love’s generosity gives
More good in each, everything.
Storms can be deadly
But look closely, a blessing
Is often conferred
In midst of endless trouble
Heaven reaches down to Earth…
The soul is released
From pain’s harsh captivity
Given a fortune,
Window on eternity,
Become creativity.
The world with us much
Though we are not dead, conquered,
Prayer fills our being
We are apt words, spread pages,
Eternal Love in motion.
Gifts showered around
We, sudden overcomers
Through the Trinity
Holding us so capably,
Compassion obviously.
Storms may surround us
Still, God is our strong Fortress
Nothing destroys us
Though we may barely survive
Jesus calls once more, we thrive.
Our Savior’s great Love
Poured out, ample devotion,
We mightily held
Through storms, our sweet redemption –
Love given, great compassion.

Thank you for sharing your time with me. I hope you found something here you enjoyed. Please share a comment, follow, like, or share with someone else who might find value here.

May blessings always find you and your days be filled with dreams come true. God be with you!

Always and Evermore,
Jo Ann

Miscellaneous Strange

Entry Thirteen – 2023 Creativity Project

I am working in different modes because my feeling of today is eerie strangeness.

Strange Trampoline – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Using multiple devices is weird. Phone, computer, back and forth, wtf, where did it go? Ah…

Gratitude List:

1. We are safe thus far.
2. My best friend, Reba.
3. It is no longer 2022.
4. A bit of interchangeable knowledge.
5. Support when I am LOST.

PROMPT: Find some quality of your day, apply it universally to today’s creation. Create!

Sometimes I do not know how to express what exactly it means to me for you to visit Haphazard Creative. I always hope that you enjoy your time here; that perhaps it is an oasis in your days. Comments, follows, likes, and shares are extremely valuable, so please choose one or more. These give me feedback that is crucial to the viability of this site.

It is not precise
My perception, perspective,
I am only ME…
Every one of us, unique,
Love inherently, PeRfEcT!

God Bless YOU and Yours Always!

Always & Ever,
Jo Ann

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 Triplicate

1.
As moments run down
Falling like foaming water
I become crystal,
Reflecting reasons to be
Light refracted endlessly.

2.
Creativity
Project, shall I once again?
The heart is willing,
The mind less, always objects;
Ability whispers, “Try.”

3.
Lay the burden down,
Fear consuming too much soul,
With Faith become whole,
Trust days will continue by
Storms calm; hope, peace, love abide.

To you readers, would you like to have me post every day in 2022? Would you read it? Would you interact, at least some?

PROMPT

With this year ending soon, write some haiku or tanka on endings and beginnings.

Haiku have three lines of 5-7-5 syllables. Tanka have five lines of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables.

Non-Abatable

The faces we love
Fade into phase states we wish
Could still be ignored,
But our aching hearts cannot
Deny time passes, a storm.
Every day we vow
We will remain strong, no tears,
But memory prods
At us, pushing emotion
Beyond reasonable limits.
Believing we were
Through strident protests, prayers,
To stay the Lord’s hand;
Knowing He controlled each death
We thought God might longer spare.
Cries, tears, squalls befall,
We again wonder more than
Is our given right,
Why, oh why, go they forward
Leave us wallowing, deep night?

Sometimes I am shaken to the core.