Creativity Project, 2022 – Day 122

Arithmetic/Time

The pain felt when all
Is over; skin hits asphalt
Vultures roost nearby,
But that is not the story,
It is love refusing to die.
Rolling in the grass
Off the road, beside, reaching
For Heaven’s embrace,
Pale a moon face challenges
The night to blot out light.
Beauty unwaning
The years consume every time,
Gifts made to offer
Educating heart, mind, soul
But still seeking meaning bold.
Who, Who, an echo
Through deep darkling moments, lost
No answer, the cat
Licks the saucer placed before
Here where strangers could soon run.
This is not just now
This is the sum of equations
Worked out through ages
Everything is, nothing left
Outside the hours which survive.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Have you ever wanted something to be true, but all the answers came up empty? I hope it has not happened often.

Asphalt burns after you slide along it, acquiring a scrape. It burns long after too. Life can be that way. Riding a wagon steering with the tongue almost guarantees it. Hurt teaches, if one survives. Fire is no fun, though, when a fall is taken.

I hope all is well with you and wherever you are. Bless you!

2022 Creativity Project – Day 121

Dwelt

Living the diamonds
Of yesterday’s fondest dreams
Making tomorrow’s shining destiny
Today playing round ankles
Fascinating a smile’s pinpoint curves.
The shadows past whisper breezes
Curtains drawn against heat
Passion boils a conclusion spent
With little worry, consequences meant
And time, all it buries in yards for rent.
Blind and hurry chasing those
Who names will not remember
Giving up love rather wallow
In polluted rivers, dismayed
Thus cheering for thousands gave.
Bending and bustle
Air wheezing and hacking
But trees seldom seen
Where will everyone hither
When no more care to listen
Because the voices become screams?
Rotted, worn, trod upon dreams.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Day 119 – Creativity Project – 2022

Amplified

Some scream, others scheme,
Almost everyone believes
It all falls apart;
Never completely certain
Theories may truth entertain.

Life maintains beauty
Standing in wake of cruelty
Denying pain stings
With tears, bruises, forgiving
All, though the open grave yawns.

Unease becomes love
When one offers affection
Without asking pay,
Providing enough to send
Hungry shadows far again.

The spirit who thrives
In freedom, whispers delight
Avoiding deep shades
And hands angrily raised
Willing to live tomorrow –

Whatever the future plight.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt:
However you plot the future, create your meaning.

Gratitude:
1. A sweet day
2. Writing two poems today
3. Moving some supplies
4. Preparation
5. Practice

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May your days be gowned in joy and filled with pleasures. Life, for you, be beautiful beyond all measures.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2022 Creativity Project – Day 118

Worn Hallelujah

Where life goes
Staggering around corners
Trying to escape
The grief when too much is lost
Or drunk on finding new love.
Fingers wanting to hold
Tight to things material
But time gives lessons
On how better to allow
What is precious to pass.
All is a veil worn
By a bride, which gossamer
Covering will not linger,
With a kiss dispersed
And years are away, past.
Only to be today
Worry along nary other way
Find the smiles, laughter,
Learn and again, for knowledge
May keep company after.
Love, it is living
The spirit, soul, heart
Of every human being,
Mutual, a blessed treasure
Often sought, seldom caught.
The pain of years
Memories of beauty, love, joy
Restrain a flood of tears
For sadness brings reminding
Life is worth all given.
So sing loud, pray often,
Hug the beloved
Swim with the dolphin
Share and be grateful
Existing is delightful.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan