2022 Creativity Project – March 11

Places, Ease

The can dropped, rings
Like the closing bell clanging
On another day
Trading coffee tomorrows
For biscuits, bacon, today.
A quadruped walks
Head high, tail, intense sniffing
Finds it is worthwhile
To traipse roundabout more
Or occupy cushions, lured.
Neurons dream special
Cause to gamble on a chance
Presenting as words
Flowing across lighted screen
Deep satisfaction in being.

Prompt
Juxtapose some ordinary things making them into creation.

Gratitude List
I am thankful:
1. My dogs.
2. Awesome stories.
3. Time enough to express feelings.

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2022 Creativity Project – March 6

Wookie

I was broken
Lost my “Hope”
Needed belief,
Her face –
That beauty –
Unbearable
To go on
Without,
Threw all
Including
Thanksgiving,
Aside to go
Rescue
The Marbles
That almost
Demolished
My physicality.

Today, truce,
I never
Trust her,
She sometimes
Believes in me,
We love each
Other with
A dis-ease
Like magnets
Attracting
Repelling.

She is
A lunatic,
I am mental,
We suit
One another
Because
We learned
To trust
Whatever
We are
It could get
Better,
It could be
Worse,
But who
We are is
Together.

Prompt: Maybe you have an “unsettling” relationship. Create…

2022 Creativity Project – March 3

Simple

Do you think
Of this day, action,
God approves?
Would the choice
Vary if you guessed
His interest
Might be otherwise?
The armies either
The patterns
Repeated
The teachers who
Drop away
Begun;
Miracles granted –
How is it
Become the doorway
A prayer sung

People leaving, run
Without locus
Him believing
Only reason.

Emerge

Keep them on top
Memory, to help
Know who could
Be when love
Captivated;
Little does it matter
The days are gone
Still need to believe
Want, fascination
Generated
Found satisfaction in
Who was real.

2022 Creativity Project – March 2

Unreal Numbers

The path backward,
Forward, only dreams
Amid the hours
In between.
The mind puddles
Its questions
Mumbles to tracks
Laid down when
The way went back.
Voices do they remain
Chariots swinging low?
Will the thin dog
Wrestle in the snow?

Are You, I,
Fact, or fiction,
Written in a rhyme?
I thought I knew
An answer once
In a blanket
With love,
But it had
To go
Where the sun
Made houses
Light
As effervescence
And trouble
Wound its arms
Around
Stealing the known
For the seems.

Never fear
Believe
Walk in sync;
The ones who
Reckon it all,
Never coming
Again. Back. Amen.
Shining holy halleluiah.

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.