2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 20

Unsurpassed

The feeling
Touched softly
Held lightly
Security,
A comfort
Never fret
Doubt, fear
Let go
Sent far apart
By LOVE
Which will
Not relent
Taking burdens
Curtain rent.

Haiku
1
Maybe tomorrow
The hopes realized, dreams true
My life adores YOU!
2
My songs I give you
For all, I owe to your LOVE
Jesus Christ, my Lord.

Prompt
What is holding you back, fear of failure, worry over approval? Make an effort, see where it leads you; if your creation disappoints you, try again.

Gratitude List
1. Sunshine
2. Strawberries
3. Phone time with Alex
4. Music
5. Salvation

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I hope your week is filled with blessings, love, and joy.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 19

Camellia Haiku – © Jo Ann J. A.Jordan

It is refreshing to see the color begin to return. The weather is still cool, but it is a little brighter.

CC Express replaced Adobe Spark. The backgound above and the font come from there.

Prompt: You might enjoy sampling what is available at CC Express. There are many options. Create something.

The poem above is a string of three haiku.

I hope you will like, follow, and share what you find on Haphazard Creative. May you enjoy the remainder of the weekend. May Jesus Christ bless you richly.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 17

Counted Syllabics
1.
Sleep an absolute
Need to live, survive, and thrive,
Elusive indeed.
2.
Rent a what? Human,
Surely not, but is that what
By the hour, implies?
3.
Reading you and me
The sophisticated one
Graduated tops.
4.
I am awash in
An explosion of these tasks,
Before completion
Numbers seem to propagate,
Sunset calls; owls, “Whoo,” eerie.

Today was long. I will leave you with this prompt.

If you recognize set limitations, can you be happy within the boundaries? Create your explanation.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 16

CREATIVE RETREAT

We cannot control everything. Sometimes it is even impossible to manage the meat-space behind our eyes. There is so much of our brainpower we do not use according to science, but maybe it only comes online in the odd moment to suggest and fixate on things obscure. They are not entirely sure, so how should we be?

We creatives can do this; we can ditch procrastination and show up to work or play, as we may see it.

Since devices distract, we can take them off-line and turn them off. Analog is refreshing at times. A blank canvas or page has charm unmatched by screens. If we need references, books of the material variety are always workable.

Sitting with the quiet, allowing ourselves to think deeply, opens the opportunity for images and words to present themselves without vying for attention in our minds, making it easier to bring them to life.

Calls, social media, texts will wait for us. Life may move, but it is exceedingly likely nothing ground-shattering will happen during the space of a creative session.

Getting busy creating and minimizing distractions while making or writing something may lead to breakthroughs of startling proportion.

If we needed screens to be productive creatively, the old masters and former generations would never have achieved all the wonders that presaged our civilization.

Check out to dig in and do something marvelous!

Prompt
This time I think the whole of what is above is your prompt.

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Blessings to you and yours. I appreciate you.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 15

Climate Change

The mountain still stands
Though we walk all around it
Sometimes climb over,
The trees wag their heads at us
Whispering, “We will be here –
Only rocks will last
Until future forgets past;
Your bones richen the grass.
We will rustle your verses,
The sun touching the sea will
Sing with a magnificence new –
Oceans will come and go
But the likes of your being
Will again, never, be known.”

Bird Hotel – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Whom To Blame

If all the devices
Stopped working would we rush
Out the carpet
Of our conviviality and be
With ourselves together,
Or is it too late?
Could we thrive without
Those trappings of our consolation
That we believe in
With very little consternation –
Stores with closed doors
Vehicles dead on highways
In a feverish frying heat,
Planes, ah, what planes,
Would we know what to do –
Could we survive
When we are forced
To love one another
More than a phantom image
Appearing on a screen?
Whom do we blame for neglecting
What is no longer as dear to us?
We swallowed the pacts whole
Giving up creative control
Losing parts of  our bold
Personalities which heretofore
Were essential to our lives.
Could we find conversation
Without  reservation,
One hopes so
It could mean the survival
Of our civilization.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan