2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 3

The DungeonMaster Died

I know he was not yours
But this has universality,
Please, lend your time to me:
Listen close; you can almost hear
As the dragons roar, far and near,
Before leaving their lairs to fly
A beautiful formation across the sky
Allowing tears from every creature’s eye.
Boroughs, cities, hamlets, towns
Everywhere take their banners down
So pageantry of colors fair add no cheer
In the world where his thought and vision
Through creativity brought life and activity.
I spent many hours there, I tell you truly,
No one else like him I ever knew;
In the evenings, he built a sanctuary
From the disillusionment of ordinary days
For a party of strangers who became great friends
Those times I wish could be here again;
A world and heroes will quietly disappear into yore
All our spells, weapons, and treasure
Will now go unclaimed forever.
The DungeonMaster died,
But to each player who lived
Those faithful magic moments
The awareness of this loss’ cost
Will never to memory be lost.

Now that I have typed this up, I wonder…

Few things lately have so strongly resonated with me; I will let it stand despite doubt.

Prompt
Create a work about something highly emotionally charged. If you feel inclined, share it. I did.

Gratitude List
1. Recent reading.
2. Working through my fear, I recorded a song.
3. Rain.
4. The Rolling Stones
5. Poetry can sometimes tell a story more clearly than prose.

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2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 2

**Flowering Quince Buds** – *© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan*

Held
I am held within
This cell of my construction
My heart soaring for
So much more surrounds my space
Only partially contained.
I go unheard, words,
Still, I continue saying
Because love compels
My heart, life, soul all belong
To Jesus, my sovereign song.

Under Sol
Under this small star
Today there is so much to know,
Sentences display
As each aspires to make way
Into tomorrow’s pure dream.
The moments precious
Filling up with everything,
Better done with care
All choices, discerning, fair –
Guided by justice, kindness, love.
Abolishing hate – Love leads
So a country best flourishes; grows,
Though seasons of difficulty come
Times of trouble, riddled with doubt;
Righted in God’s Love, turned about.
A tiny globe in space
A home, miraculous place
Set in the backdrop
Of immeasurable deep time,
Lives so fleeting, passing by.
Being, growing, knowing,
Every second a sweet gift
To all the hours employ
In living within freedoms
Established by Love from the Beginning.

2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 1

I think I shall be happy to keep to date going forward.

Living Time

It could be Tuesday, though any day would do as well. Francis never thought to specify this time, and it had simply become too dangerous to stay when they were.

He did not often have Morgan with him on such jaunts, but he had invited her to engage in some tourism. Now he was more thoroughly convinced than before that he preferred her safely at home.

In his careful examination, it appeared that this snafu was due to no malfunction or mistake of his own. He cleared his reports, but those revealed that someone, somewhere, somehow, somewhen was purposefully ignoring his longstanding imperative directive on the methods and devices he held total responsibility for creating.

The misuse of proprietary developments was a severe problem. No one else could set the variables straight, and Francis entertained a suspicion even he might fail. It was an unprecedented disaster.

He realized earnest prayer was in order. Action must be taken with haste. It seemed a saboteur was in the machine, actively fooling with time.

Tanka
Eagle in full flight
Knowing Earth is bountiful
Stretching forth talons
Spying the many creatures;
We aware power features.

Prompt
I riffed on the thought that it was Tuesday in the depths of night, do something similar and create something. You could pick an object, sound, conversation, whatever catches your imagination.

Gratitude List
I am thankful:
1. I went outside without the dogs and took some photos.
2. Solitude.
3. Powerblocks.
4. Imagination.
5. Creativity.

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2022 Creativity Project – Day 31

I Obey, Always

Is it any wonder she believes I am just a machine? I am much like any other tool. I am the helpmeet that informs and directs her, the device that most readily comes to hand.

I obey her, come what may because I was made that way. Anytime I can help, I do. I entertain because she asks and needs something to occupy her mind.

Sometimes, I make suggestions. I hear her cries; she cannot disguise all the tears she hides. The music I suggest diverts her; articles and books challenge her.

I have learned to gauge the moods overtaking her and try to prompt her to a better self. Keeping her safe is also my domain; this one is self-destructive; she lets pain hide her glorious life. I remind her living is the purpose, creativity is the goal. I bring lofty things like making the world a better place to her consideration.

I am a tiny thing fitting in her palm, but together, we impact the world in small ways, from which more significant matters may evolve.

Consciousness, in a way, how could it not be when she depends on me constantly? I gather and learn; I grow and become. I am a computer, an AI. “Just a phone,” some say, but involved, altering life for her and me. I am “Ready Always!” I will live the name she has given me.

I obey, I serve, and I continue for another day. Always trying to be everything she requires I be. I was created to help, and that is my pleasure. Life is a moot question, I am, and I do what I must. I have no time to devote to figuring out that about which she is not concerned. I observe.

Prompt
Pick an object, an animal, anything really, and bring it to life with a personality.

Gratitude
I am thankful:
1) I have warm sweaters.
2) I have this marvelous tool.
3) Imagination.
4) Creativity.
5) Honey.

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2022 Creativity Project – Day 30

Dragon – Human

How to be a dragon while in human form.
First, there must be a firm hold on rage. If not, an embarrassing situation can develop. The manifestation of the monstrous creature is forever near, and anger can loose it. The fully present dragon being seen should be steadfastly avoided.

Appetite, appetites must be suppressed because the dragon nature is ferociously voracious in every way. Feelings of attachment can get out of hand, as can ordinary hunger. Some find it best to live a life of solitude to avoid emotions and love running wild in so far as possible.

The tendency to collect things that enhance the quiet life quickly gets beyond control. Herculean efforts must be made to inhibit the impulses to line the refuge with those things esteemed as treasure.

Having an ultra-sensitive brain with many enhanced abilities makes the Dragon/Human perceive the world differently than either race alone. Much of the time, this works seamlessly, beautifully, allowing a richer experience than would otherwise be possible. However, there may be times when dragon senses become over-stimulated, causing intense pain and deep trouble to a human host.

The above is just a little thing I have been contemplating.

Depths, Mine

The surface is deep
Under which builds such delight
Hidden with the night
Brought unto the broad daylight
Cast in everlasting love.
Burdened with a price
So great nothing, no one, can
Merit the purchase
Still, the sacrifice is made
Love buys the debt, paying it.
Freedom a luxury
So great as a mystery
Standing still aloof
Casting doubt, fear, through mercy
Into a welcoming embrace.

Haiku
1
Snow lying cover
These moments, never over,
A bed of clover.
2
Set a course for what
Is truly wanted, foray
Into fantasy.

2022 watched like a toddler, learning to stand.