Mayhap, Or No

Though I dreamed it fair
I never possessed the heart
I would have as mine,
We stood apart, still afar,
But once upon yesterday…
It was possible,
Now separate worlds, being
Another journey,
No offering to place before
The portal, compartmental.
I gave what was mine
It went unclaimed, disregarded,
I am picking up pieces
Readying to set out anew,
Maybe it can never be,
I shall, as usual, be okay,
Not really, I fall so deep,
Dark swallows me
But I am reaching out.
Love is always a heartbeat,
A thought, a word well-spoken
In the coming, the making, away.


Ladies and gentlemen, that is post 56 for January, one for every year I have lived. I think that is awesome. I have not written that much in years. I do have to up my photography game. All the images are mine, but I have not taken new ones each day, and to do this right, I should be posting handwritten journal pages. Sometimes, what you can do has to be enough. I intend to celebrate.

As a prompt: I challenge each of you to write at least your age in posts in February. If you take the challenge, let me know.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Oh Yes, Books

“…However formidable they are, books, my dear, are just sparks. The fire is only lit where there’s wood to kindle, so to speak.” – The Binder of Lost Stories by Cristina Caboni


These are a few books that travel to the common areas and back to the bedroom every day because I am sometimes reading them.

Against the Storm

They say I have too
Many books, I say there would
Be more, could I afford another.
They say give them away,
Would it not be pleasant for others
To get the benefit of reading?
I say, maybe had I read them all,
And were not most writing, art,
Creativity tomes that I always need.
They say you can get them on Kindle,
I say and pay again, oh, not these
First editions, they are priceless.
They say if you have not read them
By now you will not ever do it,
I say I am getting around to them
Over time and time again,
They say the floor is going
To collapse and you fall through,
I mean, it has not yet, and I doubt
Sincerely it ever will.
The argument goes on and on
And even the Supremes could not
Declare a winner, because part
Of what holds me together is reading
Books when my mind is stormy weather.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I figure if I leave off reading library books, I might read all of mine in a hundred years, maybe two hundred. I give some I finish away.


Breakfast For Supper

You all do know I am an authentic Georgia Peach, born and raised. I know some call it dinner, but sometimes it is supper. As much as I hate cooking, people I do it for make no noise, but thank you. I hate the time involved, but I know how to cook. No one ever leaves food on their plates (because by the time I served, they were about ready to be measured for a coffin). They often say, “Thank you; it was delicious.”

Tonight was steak and eggs; all jazzed up. I have been a single mom for most of Alex’s life. We never afforded “prime cuts,” round steaks were our go-to steak. They are a little tough, but if you cook them easy, they are better than hamburgers (of which I am no fan).

The eggs got extra-sharp cheddar, ham, and salad tomatoes (one of my favorite snacks).

I had not cooked these in a long time, three years or more, so I did not do it as well as I would have liked. Tasted great, though, and that counts for something. See, I hate to waste time in the kitchen. Too much creating to do. Walking too. I must walk because I love to eat.

Unretouched photo. I wanted to share, but my steps are behind.

We enjoyed it, and maybe I will do it again in the future.

I hope you are ready for February, cause it will not wait.

Have fun. Keep creating. Love everyone; you have opportunity because the world needs love and understanding.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

This is a phone post if you find errors blame Samsung because I am sure on the computer it would be impeccable

Without Measure

In love and beauty
Strength is found to pass the days,
A welcome treasure;
Bringing delight, inspiration,
Courageous will to explore.


There are miracles
Where love and beauty abide,
Touching open hearts;
Soothing every worried mind
Inclined to rise above fear.

May each of you find joy. Be well. Remember, you are adored and precious.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan