2022 Creativity Project – Day 11

1
Somehow we decide
How we will go on with life
Under a blanket
Woven considerations,
Troubles, doubts, unbridled fears.
2
This heart is yours to
Capture if you wish or will –
It, I only give.
3
The heat, argument,
Sets the candle flame into
A paroxysm
Of erratic commotion
While it burns, no choice remains.
4
Take me, give me form
For I am yours all alone
My heart sings you songs
With smiles, laughter, joyful tears
Forever, I will be yours.
5
No price set or paid
Is enough for sins forgave
By He who ever
Reigns in Heaven’s brightest halls
Lighted by His lovely grace.

Wookie missing Maui © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt
If you have a pet, take note of activities or moods and draw conclusions from your observations. Create a work that reflects what you learn, and share if it appeals to you.

Gratitude List
I am thankful:
1. Alex and I talked today.
2. Reba called.
3. The music filled the house with songs all day long.
4. I was able to accomplish the task set for today.
5. Language flows through my veins, a reality I cannot explain.

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2022 Creativity Project – Day 6

Open the door on a new-fangled year. Somehow it seems unclear who is going on. Will a pose be stuck to endear, or are all acts sheared away.

Maybe everything is unformed as the void was before the Word gave life. Words are the tools to sculpt the way, whatever means each day.

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1
I
Light the
Chalice
With a
Headstrong
Libation
From
Somewhere
Distinct
In memory
And moment,
Motion
To see
You
Again.

2
The work
Never stops,
The war to
Keep together
What battles
Left me;
Meaning confused
By voices,
Whether his or
Mine,
Unknown.

3
I sing
Like,
Maybe,
Someone
Would
Take
Interest,
Still,
As usual
I am plagued
By fear
And doubt –
The both
Block
My
Music
Out.

4
Sleep,
Soft ones,
So dear –
Life is
A balmy
Evening,
Where ravens
Appear.

One through three are tanka; four is a haiku. I gave them unconventional line breaks to add emphasis.

PROMPT
Consider something you have created; take it to another medium or form. Please do not presume to know what you make until you take directions you did not first use.

Appreciation
1. Even when I fall, I find the way.
2. What no one knows.
3. Still learning.

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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.

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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.

Plying Forms

The broken bottle
Lying in an amber spill,
The stools toppled like
Memories of a cherished past;
Who were we, thinking love lasts?


The music was such,
Bright magic in which we could play,
Until we forgot
We were only mortal too,
Disassociating us.


I said, “I love you,”
Because I have, always will.
You answered, “I know,”
And that is the reason, dear,
We were never together.


In the eaves lie leaves
Scattered, plastered like these dreams
Only echoing;
Waste to be driven away
Discarded on barren ground.


Sometimes I write us like a new thing as if we shine diamond bright. In reality, we were the stolen pleasure of a season, a forever consisting of only a few love drunk nights. The dust, rust, tarnish gather as the moments further recede into the emptiness of history.


I have hidden all
There remains of my power
But more battles come;
I will not whimper, beaten,
I shall don my armor, sword.


Walking toward what
Defines this deviant hour,
Ready to exclaim,
“The past fades into distance,
Our present embraces a change.”


Your touch sends ripples,
Sensation through my body,
After so long, much.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan