Omission

Sometimes the words are
Best left without the saying,
The steps untaken,
As long as is possible
All the mystery remains.
Life’s harsh cruelty
Is often hidden, covered,
And there is less pain;
But all are the instruments
Of progress, quite unashamed,
Unleashed without due malice
Whatever shall be, will be.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Rare

Experience, its
Give and take, become and fade,
The notes in music –
Words often casually said,
Hearts pumping until life ends.
How babies are born –
An exquisite beginning,
Treasures put away
Living with honor, without,
Every gift a price to pay.
Doors flung open, slammed,
All the beauty on offer,
Rare, how will life grow?
Hidden prostrate in shadow,
Standing rooted in delight.
Feeling leads; disappoints,
But sometimes it wakens light,
Giving all, full force,
Not worrying over failure;
How can love but now prevail?
A certain property
Of will blazes into light
Carrying life on
Even when there is sorrow enough
To quench, LOVE stands upright.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

This I have, so I am here again. 

Life For Life

A child in womb, life,
The reason to stand and fight,
A separation
Of purpose, but will to bear,
A child brought hopeful through fear.
Always devoted
Despite trials, battles, high costs
Give and give again
Because love is, does, happens,
Believes, continues, best makes.
Some days years later
When despair encroaches, sears
Body, mind leaving,
The child reaches out, calls to
Account, encourages life.
The realization
What is forged together can
Abide all hardship
Be a saving grace, carry
Forth the ones who will remain.
No other heart touches
The willingness to survive
Like one brought to life,
And unbreakably bonded
With endless familial love.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

As a prompt, create something that reflects the dynamic of a significant relationship.

I am struggling with myself over continuing this practice. It seems I have little influence or impact, and despite that usually being a millennial concern, it is mine too. I fail to know if I should keep putting in the effort. I am fighting my crisis mode of retracting from everything.

It has been good being here while it lasted. All the best to all of you. May God bless you with prosperity, good health, and your fondest desires.

2020.07.09 Weeds at Ramp rr

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

The Whisper That Shouts

When language preaches
A soul-rending sermon, soft,
Or words get dressed up
To woo and seduce another,
When voices sing of beauty
Or rhyme appears clear
To paint syllables of the sky,
When cursing seems well
Placed, aptly, and fairly done.
Poignant protests raise applause
Revealing there exist, heroes,
Needing appropriate speeches,
Or a tearfully sad story
To be honored and well-told,
When the crowds pay tribute
To those who amaze, astound.
If one jettisons planetary bonds
The left behind, raw, broken wide open
Recite laments to tidy seeping wounds,
When a newborn enterprise
Is begun with much courage and hope,
Or plain and simple
Cries must be made for progress,
If people who feel life
Differently must be given a voice.
Ordinary words cannot address
Every occasion pregnant with love
Or fraught with the lace of fear, doubt,
But call for the gift of poetry,
The whisper that shouts.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2020.07.08 Converted Rose rr

As a prompt, exploring the meaning or purpose or love of poetry. Should you rather, explore whatever forms of creative expression you most enjoy.