Snaps

From mist, a riot,
An explosion of color;
Life, sudden focus.

*****

A rope smack smacking
In rhythm to twisting hands,
Feet jump, slap pavement.

*****

The water was warm
Dusty olive magic, see,
I could from in it
Rise upon a ski, letting
Go a world unclear to me.
I sang to water
Air, ski, knowing my safety
How free then was I
From any hearing, judging,
Me, able to be once, free.

*****

As a prompt, memory is a marvelous tool. Look back and remember, create from out of what used to be. You can go to yesterday, or your distant past.

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I hope you have a great week.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

Author: Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

My life has gone through some rapid changes of which I had no control so I am now trying to find new purpose and meaning. There is an adventure in this and I am excited to move forward.

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