May Be Icky

Sometimes I feel like
Poecilia Sphenops, the Common
Molly, swimming darkness
Imprisoned in an aquarium,
Time-limited, inside is mine.
For moments hold blessings,
Horrors without regard for
My delicate frame, constrained,
The world around me seeks bones
And ick may infect at any time.
Ebony scales blighted white
Only hours left in which to fight,
A lifetime passes, blistering speed,
Still, I am often blinded to its fleeting
Until I see its work in others, completed.
Always swimming, set
To bear whatever comes of day,
Giving my utmost to stay
In the mix, put into play,
Belly up is not, shall not be
What I choose as mine, my way,
I search the inside for an out
And I am making myself to be
Better, more fantastic than ick.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan


Process Note: Out of nowhere, the idea of writing a story about mollies and ick came to me earlier when I was singing. I started listening to the album, Black Star by David Bowie, which is indescribable. I wrote the poem in my journal and added to it on the computer. I did not have a picture of a Molly, been a many a long year since I have maintained an aquarium.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan


I sit here thinking
What a moment might hold for
The ones left waiting;
Such glory we may witness,
The return of the King of Kings!

Suddenly, the dead,
Raised, reconstituted, rise
Joining Jesus on high;
Fantastic congregation
Praising, together in the sky.

The Son lending light
Whether it be day or night,
Everyone aware
He is living, He now reigns,
God is more than we did claim.

More than mere words may
Explain, Christ’s LOVE, everything,
The gifts received precious
Beyond value, comprehension,
Eternity with God, our reason; being.


Sometimes the praise and wonder take over, and I cannot hide what moves my life.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan



You are precious, smile,
The light fills your face anew,
I can feel your love
For all and everything,
Believing in miracles.

Nothing is hidden
Because you are open day
Sky alight, bright blue,
Pages wrote, simplicity,
The freest beauty to find.

I listen and know
There is no way to travel
All your places, see
Every face whom you have known;
Today, tomorrow, though, I go.

Holding you so dear
Letting you know love is with you
Every further step you take;
There is us now, together,
No more missions done alone.


No, for those curious, (is anyone interested?) I do not have a love interest sudden come into my life. There is a long tradition of writing love poems (especially when spirits are in the dump), so I am listening to Air Supply’s All Out Of Love album and composing pale verses of my own. I saw them in concert in another lifetime, so it seems.

The Birds of Prey are from a field trip to Callaway Gardens. I forget, sometimes, that I do know my way around a camera.

I hope all is well with you. Do something for yourself that makes you smile, and bonus points, if you get someone else to laugh also.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Ring the Bell

I wrote this after proofing, interrupted by the phone, cruising round the words until I made something of them. Decided, I would bring it untyped, unedited, how it in reality came.

2020-02-19_Holding In State

I am not pleased with the way the scanner treats the fold, thinking it may be that the “lid” is lighter. Older generations of all-in-ones did not do this.

In between, somehow,
Rediscovering a smile,
Living, time and space.

Adventures in technology continue. I hope yours is more complacent than mine.


Never Give Up, the Rest IS Yet To Come!

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan



Began a fascination
A sense of reverence
Grown into admiration
Awe becoming powerful;
As days wax and wane,
Knowing a perplexity
As marvel enfolds
With a jolt of excitement
Bringing splendid wonder; LOVE!


The rain continues,
Dark falls a wetter blanket,
The hill remains safe,
Out there fortune dances round
Choosing other lands to drown.

Thoughts wander afield,
Seek someone on whom to cling,
Becoming muzzy,
Not forthright, confused by night
Needing always goodness, light.

Opening up is
Sharp like polished steel, always
Hard being the one
To reveal the feelings held
So long, lonely, hidden, tight.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan