Ribbons of Bows

2022.05.09. Monday. Day 129. Project Creativity

03:08 PM

Not Luck

I was sitting in
A swamp turned out and over,
Lightning crashed, hard down,
I was almost forever drown
Tears were overcoming me;
Then a cry arose
Clarion against my foes,
Sounding like a rose
Banner wrapping me within
Telling me begin again.
Never forsaken –
Come now, new heart, awaken
To a ground safe, firm,
Rock, I may stand complete on
The Beloved beckons, come.
Treasure hidden bright
Revealed in Love’s sterling Light
Abandon the night
Day brilliant invites delight
Heed the sweetest voice calling –
Redemption,mercy,
Abounding, amazing grace,
Sudden about-face
Into arms held wholly wide,
All fear spirited aside.
Severe hurt confide
Those things hidden inside
Pain, deep oxidized,
No more jeopardy – set free,
Found, restored, life’s sanctity.

Prompt:
Can you rhyme or illustrate similarly? Create!

Gratitude:
Music avec autoplay.

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07.May.2022. Saturday – Project Creativity

Another House

This novel…
We’ve been writing
Over these many years,
It seems maybe more like
A collection
Of disparate stories,
Playing a soundtrack
Yours and mine –
The music,
Not the voice,
We just hit a groove
Wicked and smooth,
Winning –
Ah, loose like tigers
Jungle bait,
Antelopes far-fetched,
Can you make
The lesson
Stick like darts
On the dress, never
Worn, given out
With drinks
Not ours to consume.
Still, I know,
Some assume,
Illusions dispelled
Yet and soon,
Together forever
In miles set apart
Known, each
And ever
By heart.

This bit of riff is brought to you by listening to VooDoo Lounge, courtesy of The Rolling Stones.

Prompt: What music do you create with? Turn it up, LOUD! Find yours.

Stranger and not, the things that happen when I sit in the dark.

Day 117 – 2022 Creativity Project

Plowed Under

Today, I shall between
The hours dance complete around
With warm dreaming sleep,
Avoiding the daylight burn
Until I measure and yearn.

Nothing to hide yet,
But whatever plans affirm
Latterly discern,
Vision will attest merit
Create opportunity.

Slumber is the gift
Bestowed when fallen below
Demands kept in tow,
Sail upon seas no avail
Lighthouse garish, ever pale.

Watching forever
Mysteries too great, never
Understood, clever
Passes for intelligent,
Only pior to divergent.

Dance the dream into
Whatever seems best, pursue,
Seasoned reason who
Will sport the being whereto
Joy is found beyond all bound.

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117 of 365 days down and still making entries. Watch this spot, new work each varying day.

Prompt: What have you gained or lost that you are hesitant but willing to share?

I am grateful: Life is, food is, I am here, the internet exists, I read great books.

Day 115 – 2022 Creativity Project