I Have Read…

I have not given a reading update in a while. I have fallen behind my goal because of reading large books and working here so much. As we are shut-in, it occurs to me reading is a way to break out. There are so many books and so little time. I encourage you to find something that excites you and put yourself in a book. By the way, the links are with the titles.

How to Write Poetry by Cynthia Sharp on Kindle Unlimited was a short read with just some quick inspiration. It is geared to learners and teachers with some excellent ideas that could be employed in a workshop setting. I gave it 5 stars and think you might find it worthwhile.

Now, Then and Everywhen by Rysa Walker on Kindle First, but available on Unlimited is a Time Travel Novel, which you may recall I am a connoisseur. This book hit all the numbers. The writing was spot on, the characterization was immersing, the settings and happenings were seamlessly researched and imagined, and the plot – I am leaving that for your exploration. I was impressed by this one, it gets a 5, and I say you should not miss it.

The Guilty Die Twice by Don Hartshorn was a request reading, which I rarely do because my TBR shelves are almost galaxy size. The book is available on Kindle Unlimited. It was a treat. I seldom read legal thrillers, but this story was so well done; it kept me enthused all the way through. Estranged brothers, both lawyers, a compelling case, non-stop action. The writing was clean and the story in league with the NYT Bestsellers. I give it 5 stars and a huge recommendation.

Devoted by Dean Koontz, who is one of my all-time favorites, the man writes. This was on Kindle Unlimited, and in fact, is only with limited availability. Time-sensitive, if they do not change it. There are bad guys, heroes, a boy, and a dog. I would say more, but you need to read this for yourself. This is a ten all the way, but we deal with 5s, so it is a high 5.

The Museum of Desire by Jonathan Kellerman, hardcover borrowed from the library. This is a detective novel with a psychological expert on board. A lot happens, it is very well written and told with finesse. I just finished it this morning, and I am still somewhat involved. I think you will like it, and maybe find it a bit creepy, 5 stars, get it, read it.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Direct…

We are apt to die
Any way, any day, and
Our lives are fragile,
Blessings of mortality;
But we are also precious.
We love each other,
We sacrifice for causes
Or to help live love,
We cry, scream, hope, believe, dream,
And make things happen for good.
We are disposable,
Replaceable to some, but
If we take time, care,
We find everyone is rare;
Such that duplicates never exist.
For a task someone
May take another’s place, but
No one can be who
You are, with individual features,
Gifts, feelings, experience, love,
Dreams, passions, hopes, desires,
Creativity, expressions, modes of
Being in space and through time.
You are a Gift, a Priceless Treasure
Direct from the Heart of the Creator.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Forms in Expression

Those of you who knew I was following prompts earlier this month may wonder what happened. Often I try to pursue things, and my creativity goes, “Aw Nah, this is not doable. Pick another design.” So I am set back on my own devices. My originality does not like to conform. So, there you go if you had a thought about it.

Today, I have little short forms.

1.
What tomorrow holds
Today can only guess, not know,
Each moment bestows
Its own opportunity
For those who choose to grasp it.

2.
Love may strike and steal
Hearts captured in a net of
Passion and desire.

3.
Voices whisper small
Secrets guarded by delight
As love takes today.

4.
Twilight ambles near
Relinquishing the sunlight
As shadows dance, play.

5.
The words unspoken
Almost slip smooth tasty
Off the tongue but
Instead are swallowed burning
Feeding hunger’s inferno.

6.
What we never ask
Always remains a question,
Gifts may fade away.

7.
Life is a palace
Filled with grandeur and delight,
But sometimes it hides
In the tedium of mundanity,
We invest in happiness.

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© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Hold Control

There is no control
I can place to stop feelings,
I feel, when we speak,
What I want is transparent,
Yet it never fades away.
I belay my tongue
Short of saying how I feel,
Not trusting in me
Because the past did not go
According to my best plans.
Still, I harbor hope,
And believe love does exist
Even as I wait.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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