2022 Creativity Project – March 1

I fell asleep this evening from exhaustion. I do overdo things sometimes, and stress overcomes me.

Coming up with entries every day is a huge challenge at times.

Writing is an art in which investment must be made to remain engaged.

I had a long conversation with one of my friends, who is very supportive of me. I had not talked to her in some time.

Burdens are better when they are aired, shared. We cannot live abundantly when we rarely speak to our people. There is much to collect in the knowledge of those who understand.

When I woke up, I thought I had already posted because I dreamed I did. This is so important to me that it is always on my mind.

I hope all goes well for you as the week continues. May inspiration find you and bless you bountifully.

2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 28

Still of My Heart

Neil has been in the news recently, some controversy with a podcast celebrity. The details of that mean very little to me. Music, however, is a balm to me.

I do not recall the exact year, sometime between 1979 and 1981; I remember being introduced to Neil Young’s music in a tiny two-room basement apartment where I was continually trying to invite the light in because dusk was its only setting.

A group of us were playing Dungeons & Dragons, and Joe brought some albums to introduce to me because even then, I avoided radio. He had Live Rust, and when he lowered my Capehart Stereo’s needle to the vinyl on the album, I knew I would be listening from then on. When Neil sang, “I Am Child,” I knew he understood. “Sugar Mountain” could have been the anthem of my emancipation; getting married at sixteen took fortitude and a will to escape.

I went to Turtle’s the next day and bought Live Rust and Decade. Every iteration of recordings I purchased, those two above, Harvest, and After The Gold Rush, were members of my collection.

Neil will never keep silent; the music is strong in him.

2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 27

TRANSFUSED

Not every love means
Forever, but some before
They come totally
Unglued transfuse within
So the beating heart remembers.

The mind bathed in
An essence never overrun;
A song can kiss, like
The moment was now, today,
Eyes seeing, tears wiped away.

If never processed,
The breakup, love is love, still;
Yet, it is over,
The hauntings always exist
But every one hidden may

Be absolved to go
Where love will, whenever life
Must align with those
Better equipped to
Attend need with happiness.

Love is forever
In a heartbreak cast aside
But memory often abides.

2022 Creatvity Project – Feb. 26

Bare Trees

Light falls
Shadows
Raining
Into souls
Captivated
By whispers
Leaves titter
In breezes
Competing
With thoughts
Unsought
Poorly
Reflecting
Colors frame
Memory
Doubting
Is there time,
Time enough
To stretch
Reaching
Toward a sky
Bleached
With doubt
Fear, fading
Fast another
Chance
Opportunity
To find
Whatever
Dreams provide
Decide might
Add livability
Bring joy
Where broken
Is the heart
Spilled out
Like blood
From wounds
Only love
Can stitch
To heal
Make real.

Brevity

The dogs
Tying trying
Round feet
Stumbling
As if
Balance
Left behind
In fairer
Climes
Where time
Was seconds
Of days
Sunned
On skis
Rivers
Lakes
Wherever
Never
Expecting
Future to
Steal away
Dauntless
Strength
Endurance
Growing was
Pleasure
Then became
Older,
Never
Let go.

Prompt
Shadows, whispers, the passage of days, pick one or all, create.

2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 25

ON GRAVEL
The bedrock of life
Is not a smooth surface
Many times are rocky,
Walking is careful
To avoid turning
An ankle on a misstep
Where broken rock trips
Souls toward disaster;
Measuring always
Scenery surrounding
Wild, whether country,
Or anxious cityscape
Where many soles
Travel the pavement.
Business beating all
A heart-swelling rhythm
Jockeying for eminence
Stealing copious hours
To lend – swiftly recovered
Dollars for delicate breath
No chance to dance
Over gravel for haste,
Life’s chase consuming pace.