2022 Creativity Project – March 21

My 365 Creativity Project continues without a skipped day. I will say the days are many that I find this difficult to do.

I have been asked, on occasion, how I produce something every day. I am puzzled, I choose it, I will it, I make it so. I am afraid some days quality suffers because the creative impulse is not as strong. The thing with 365 projects, they force a commitment. Human beings can do all manner of things given unwavering commitment.

Ends Means

Ending is uneasy
Like a fire gaining more ground
A tooth hard-aching
A fox with bright marble eyes
A cookie left in downpour.

Ending is ugly
Like a redwood crashing down
Algae in rivers
Crows hitting clear polished glass
A car twisted in collision.

Ending is hurtful
It wrenches one’s insides sore,
But when it is clear
It launches new adventure
Or allows living resumed.

This

Grief has been my space
Until I could roll the stone
Off my mental force
Free my heart of wrecking hurt
Life is flowing clean again.

I have begun work
Of clearing out those spaces
Become out of sorts
While I was so diminished
I could muster no energy.

It feels like the ash
Of many destructive fires
Is now swept away
The presence of blooming roses
Has replaced what marred bad days.

I will remember
For I could never forget
But my pain is less
I can live again without
The fear of misinterpretation.

Your challenge (prompt), should you accept it, is to commit to some period of days that stretches your limits and create something evey day for that time.

Gratitude List: 1. I have begun straightening out my living quarters. 2. There is already some progress, slow and steady. 3. I did not quit this work though it often causes me to feel inadequate.

Thank you for visiting. Please share your likes if you feel it. I hope you will return often and bring others.

2022 Creativity Project – March 19

There are authors I return to with zeal. I read enough I have a variety of favorites. One I discovered in high school is James A. Michener. I read Centennial then and it cemented his finesse in the very highest echelon of my regard.

Recently, I read two of his excellent novels. One, coming in at 1425 pages, is The Source. This is set on that parcel of land sacred to three major religions. It begins in prehistory and tells very engaging stories coming into modernity. I am still thinking of it fondly. I gave it 5 stars, and doubt I find much more engrossing this year.

The second is a bit shorter, at 753 pages. Space is a novel of the American Space Program. It has everything one could want in an epic of an epic era. Mr. Michener is a consummate storyteller weaving yarns that keep one up well past decent bedtimes. This was also a 5 star rendering.

You would do well to read these. If you look for instruction in the craft as you read, these will deal you Aces.

2022 Creativity Project – March 18

Who Wins

When nation defies nation
And worlds are run about
With grain rotting in fields
And children foregoing classes
Does anyone grow richer?
I doubt it, for loss somewhere
Is everywhere some brand trial
Making one orphan, another widow
Splitting hairs does not rid
Anyone hours tossing on pillows.

2022 Creativity Project – March 17

Prompt: If you are without, get Writing Down The Bones by Natalie Goldberg for inspiration.

Enchantment

I slept my birthday
Night in the golden canvas
Raft sunflowered in my room
Where the carpet made deep sea,
Daylight came teasing me up.

Nights to weekend, treat,
I lounged in the comfort
Of the Summer smelling
Island centered in from bunks
Feeling pillowed aboard
Rope dangling dreaming water.

When I pushed the small boat
Into the lake, my tan legs pimpled
Like plucked chicken skin
I dove toward the center
But bathed in the crisp cold
Shivering after the floated away.

Lessons sometimes tear
The gentle expected flinching
Off life teaches young, memory
Buys nothing but bills unpaid
True oneself bites, slips, cast-off
Keep confidence to grab on
Not even this, forever, but long.