Overflow

Some days you must be
Apart, beside, outside, of
Who you often are
To reach the skies, and capture
Stars, to open other eyes.


Wide-open without
Any filter, touching grace, faith, love
Without displacement,
Conquering doubt, fear so near,
Being creativity.


Place a hand inside
The rippling river flow
Catch life passing by.


The Earth is speaking
Imploring care be taken
If not, scythe falling
Will in measure take what is
Here, reach beyond permission.


No one sees because
Depths hide, out of open sight,
Mind is not described.


Standing brilliant in
Relief before the shadow,
It scarcely matters.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Sometimes conversations take flight going beyond normal thought. Such was one with Alex today. I wish I were a better conversationalist, but being a sounding board is essential too, I suppose.

Prompt: Think of something you could create to serve the needs of human beings and the planet at large. Create a representation in art or words.

Gratitude Today:
Alex inviting me to talk to him on his drive from Florida.
Being home all day.
Writing.
Listening to music.
Almost 30,000 steps.

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Dabbles Everywhere

Once, much like peasants
Left in the desert’s harsh sun,
Now, relief may come,
Though through no action our own
But many blessings given.


We have today, now,
Tomorrow a hopeful dream
May become our truth.


Breaking foamy waves
Shining lit by sparkling sun
New hope, dreams begun.


Valleys of shadow,
Mountaintops of brilliant sun,
Our journey goes on.


So fragile small hope
Then God broke heavy shackles –
Setting love to life.


Desolation of heart,
Soul, feeling, and character,
Taught us to follow
Love, leave division, unite –
Within freedom’s holy light.


I will sing my love
As a cry and a quiet prayer
And dream my dream true.


Fear may trouble us
Doubt may torment sunny days,
But it is okay
We are overcomers all,
Our hearts are brave, bearing love.


The gifts, more than cost,
Bestow happiness forthright
Love, we are for life.


Dear Lord, please provide
For us, Your gracious blessing,
Help us not to fall.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt
When one writes short, many things can be covered independently. Try your hand at haiku, which are counted syllable poems of three lines with counts of 5 – 7 – 5. If you care to, do some tanka as well, the syllable counts are 5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7. These short forms are good exercises to prepare the voice for more extensive verse.

Gratitude Now
Listening to my favorites, The Rolling Stones, in live shows streamed from YouTube.
Spending time with Richard when I did not wish to be alone.
Catching a nap.
Coming home so I can Rock.
My ice-maker.

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The bells may ring, people sing,
For hope’s return and love’s dawning,
The sounds of what may be freedom.

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It Is A Historic Time

Some days are a fevered pitch of defeat and glory. Today was one such. I did not want to be alone, and I got my hope. I spent last night and today in my Happy Place with Richard, who challenges me to be more than I think I can be.

We did not miss a thing sitting at the tables, viewing events on a projection screen. Much of the day was moving, and sometimes in contrary ways.

We laughed riotously at unpredictable surprises and were moved deeply by others.

Change is, nothing remains the same. As a people, we must look forward and let the past collect its debts in time as is its due. I am thankful the day did not descend into chaos as was so recently the case.

I had clam chowder for the first time last night and again this evening. As I have mentioned, he cooks for me. I spent some time doing the things I would at home, reading on my tablet, and being a wastrel on my computer. He did some work, and I could distract him if I were near.

So many times, we put our hope in personalities and people. Perhaps we should recognize that over everything is the Lord who holds every destiny. Life is a gift, and we must spend each second carefully.

I have a few goals toward which I am working. I am not calling them resolutions because I expect to work on them as long as I am. One is trying to build a reservoir of self-confidence; this is sorely lacking in me. Richard suggests I do another thing, not worry about what others think about me because it is not my business. The other; just be myself and love as much as I can in any way I can.

My son, Alex, in a picture, taking a picture.

Prompt
On a day like today, we have endings and beginnings; what can you personally undertake to improve your existence? Create something on such a theme.

Gratitude Today
The transition that occurred in our nation today was peaceful.
Richard avoided a disaster.
I proofed a magazine overnight.
Music is such consolation.
I did this even though I would like otherwise.

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Ties, Binding

Love is our true fate,
Given us for all goodness,
Aiding survival.


A child is a gift
Perfectly bestowed, teaching,
Lessons as we go.


We may not answer
All the questions rendered us,
But wisdom becomes


My son, Alex, and I out hiking.

Prompt:
Explore some relationship, dear to you, in a creative form. If shorts appeal, use haiku, tanka, or just limited lines.

Gratitude Today
I have a tribe.
My evening with Richard.
Good victuals.
Chocolate.
Hugs.

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Weary Wear

Understanding is
Difficult when all you feel
Is magnified pain;
Welcome to the fierce party
Where the fight is to be real, heal.
Put it all away
The problem and scalding tears
No illustration
Is necessary because
Everyone has scrabbled in
The concoction made
When one forgets to close those
Cabinet doors written of
In proper legend,
The lore of continued
Battles in ongoing war.
No one becomes the victor,
Only adept at disguise.
Screams of despair
Rise, rise into pallid skies
Pain never fades, stops,
But does not lie; it destroys
Equally all of the time.

Prompt: Create something quickly, which seems you took considerable time. Try to engage all your creativity in limited moments.

Gratitude Today
I was up to see Alex off.
I finished up the magazine pages with the others.
I took a nap.
Alex made it to Jacksonville safely.
I think I will complete this post in time.

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