2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 12

Moonlight Symphony – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Moonlight Symphony

Can you feel the kiss
Of the light upon your face,
The breezy caress
Coming to you from deep space,
Love for you in every trace?
Are you open to
Songs finding their way to you,
Whispering your name?
So many gifts time brings, romance,
Love chooses heartstrings to woo.
How precious are you
The moon in a sky, you light –
Night, dance around and around
A delightful perfection of sound.
Always cherished
A moonlight symphony in motion
Eliciting continual devotion –
Love lifting high, bringing round,
A partner in you now found.

It is time, you know, time for the love creations. Even if you are not a poet, you might give it a whirl for your best guy or girl. If you lack romance, write as if you caught a glance.

Gratitude List
1) I went to Sam’s today.
2) Newsboys.
3) Having an extra screen protector.
4) Strangers assisted me because I was having difficulty.
5) Airheads.

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Smile, you are a gift from the Hand of the Creator and have infinite worth. Love is your birthright and your destiny.

All the things you find on Haphazard Creative are © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan.

No Hearts, Ashes

I trace my steps through time,
In the fabric of my mind,
Seeing every one misplaced,
Which bought me this, my fate.
Yet, knowing, I could scarcely –
Change what action wrought,
Over time, without some miracle,
Not given thought, to be mine.
I offered what I am and who
But would not be accepted,
For the progression of others
Recollected over years who
In near perfection, which now
Cannot be laid aside because
Time jealous contains its magic –
Until certain days flow past.
My steps thereby slowed apace,
Each one wary and carefully placed
That I might avoid entrapment
In the boggles, bungles of love –
Life’s treacherous quicksand.
Still, I love, remain with hope –
Not intruding; quiet, deep enduring,
But always willing, a phoenix to rise.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Ah Well, Love…

If your smile were money
We could free the world of poverty.
If your voice were music
The concert would last endlessly.
If you chose to become a model
Applause would greet you each runway.
If you acted upon the gilded screen
The best lines would find your role.
If you took my hand in yours
You would own my heart immediately.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I get silly when I stay up. Then when do I not stay up? Anyway, I was playing with words. I think, though, this might make a good Valentine.