Miscellaneous Strange

Entry Thirteen – 2023 Creativity Project

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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

Strange Trampoline – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Strange Tree – © 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.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan, Friday, October 7, 2022

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.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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?

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Sometimes I am shaken to the core.

Exemplars

One feels excessive
When ignored,
Like a used paper cup
Washed against a clog
Blocking a storm drain
Which will finish its
Descent with an outburst
Of rain and a thunderclap
Causing tender ears pain.

Who we are is a blessing,
For we tumble like rocks
In a polishing canister
Until our sharp edges curve,
Beautiful colors gleam,
On our smooth surfaces,
After time expended in
Bringing us through study,
Toil, trouble, to inspiration.

None is expendable,
Gifts arranged like jewelry,
In a showcase accrued
Throughout hours become
Profitable, years when those
Who dream unfettered, sparkle
Like platinum starburst,
Proving love is the attribute
Most attractive and affirming.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Jonquils
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