Time’s Migration

The furrows inscribed
Upon a person’s brow, tell
Life stories somehow,
Mention of the romantic
Days, or loving gone astray.
Beauty, it may not
Seem, but experience gleaned
Spends like precious coin
When shared with those who follow
Trying to avoid sorrow.
We would not grow old,
Having minds and strength slip past,
Leaving us each day,
A little frail, gaunt, less bright,
As fading wildflowers tend.
However, it is
A gift seeing this time, fine,
Victory, we stayed
For the path was riddled
With mines set to hinder ways.
The lines resonate
Each one proclaims a weight, debt,
Bow to circumstance,
Paid in hours spent, smiles, tears wept,
Joy retained, love created.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt
Though we are more than numbers piling up, sometimes it is apt to reflect upon life seasons. Create something that tells the tale of days spent in verse, prose, drawing, painting, sculpture – whatever fits your gifted fancy.

Today I Am Thankful
Alex and I went to Dairy Queen.
Alex found Maui when he was lost.
My muse took me out to see the view.
I reminded Alex to get hand-trucks.
I use Moleskine notebooks and pleasurable pens.

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Overflow

Some days you must be
Apart, beside, outside, of
Who you often are
To reach the skies, and capture
Stars, to open other eyes.


Wide-open without
Any filter, touching grace, faith, love
Without displacement,
Conquering doubt, fear so near,
Being creativity.


Place a hand inside
The rippling river flow
Catch life passing by.


The Earth is speaking
Imploring care be taken
If not, scythe falling
Will in measure take what is
Here, reach beyond permission.


No one sees because
Depths hide, out of open sight,
Mind is not described.


Standing brilliant in
Relief before the shadow,
It scarcely matters.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Sometimes conversations take flight going beyond normal thought. Such was one with Alex today. I wish I were a better conversationalist, but being a sounding board is essential too, I suppose.

Prompt: Think of something you could create to serve the needs of human beings and the planet at large. Create a representation in art or words.

Gratitude Today:
Alex inviting me to talk to him on his drive from Florida.
Being home all day.
Writing.
Listening to music.
Almost 30,000 steps.

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Dabbles Everywhere

Once, much like peasants
Left in the desert’s harsh sun,
Now, relief may come,
Though through no action our own
But many blessings given.


We have today, now,
Tomorrow a hopeful dream
May become our truth.


Breaking foamy waves
Shining lit by sparkling sun
New hope, dreams begun.


Valleys of shadow,
Mountaintops of brilliant sun,
Our journey goes on.


So fragile small hope
Then God broke heavy shackles –
Setting love to life.


Desolation of heart,
Soul, feeling, and character,
Taught us to follow
Love, leave division, unite –
Within freedom’s holy light.


I will sing my love
As a cry and a quiet prayer
And dream my dream true.


Fear may trouble us
Doubt may torment sunny days,
But it is okay
We are overcomers all,
Our hearts are brave, bearing love.


The gifts, more than cost,
Bestow happiness forthright
Love, we are for life.


Dear Lord, please provide
For us, Your gracious blessing,
Help us not to fall.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt
When one writes short, many things can be covered independently. Try your hand at haiku, which are counted syllable poems of three lines with counts of 5 – 7 – 5. If you care to, do some tanka as well, the syllable counts are 5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7. These short forms are good exercises to prepare the voice for more extensive verse.

Gratitude Now
Listening to my favorites, The Rolling Stones, in live shows streamed from YouTube.
Spending time with Richard when I did not wish to be alone.
Catching a nap.
Coming home so I can Rock.
My ice-maker.

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The bells may ring, people sing,
For hope’s return and love’s dawning,
The sounds of what may be freedom.

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It Is A Historic Time

Some days are a fevered pitch of defeat and glory. Today was one such. I did not want to be alone, and I got my hope. I spent last night and today in my Happy Place with Richard, who challenges me to be more than I think I can be.

We did not miss a thing sitting at the tables, viewing events on a projection screen. Much of the day was moving, and sometimes in contrary ways.

We laughed riotously at unpredictable surprises and were moved deeply by others.

Change is, nothing remains the same. As a people, we must look forward and let the past collect its debts in time as is its due. I am thankful the day did not descend into chaos as was so recently the case.

I had clam chowder for the first time last night and again this evening. As I have mentioned, he cooks for me. I spent some time doing the things I would at home, reading on my tablet, and being a wastrel on my computer. He did some work, and I could distract him if I were near.

So many times, we put our hope in personalities and people. Perhaps we should recognize that over everything is the Lord who holds every destiny. Life is a gift, and we must spend each second carefully.

I have a few goals toward which I am working. I am not calling them resolutions because I expect to work on them as long as I am. One is trying to build a reservoir of self-confidence; this is sorely lacking in me. Richard suggests I do another thing, not worry about what others think about me because it is not my business. The other; just be myself and love as much as I can in any way I can.

My son, Alex, in a picture, taking a picture.

Prompt
On a day like today, we have endings and beginnings; what can you personally undertake to improve your existence? Create something on such a theme.

Gratitude Today
The transition that occurred in our nation today was peaceful.
Richard avoided a disaster.
I proofed a magazine overnight.
Music is such consolation.
I did this even though I would like otherwise.

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Errant Lines

It may change nothing
When I tell you, “I Love You,”
But my heart bleeds true.


When death takes someone
And shackles a living heart
To lingering loss
It is, and over-felt, cost,
Touching the ones left alive.


I am the swift ghost
Too quick for you to see past
The things you condone.


Why is it I want
The things I cannot obtain?
Life remains worthwhile.


You gave me passion,
A desire to chase after,
Love left unobtained.


You always turn up,
A memory I still keep,
Troubling my sleep.


Is the gift given
Something positively real,
Or something I feel.


My dear, I do give…
I wish I could somehow show
You all your meaning.


Whatever we did matters;
It taught us to create love
Everywhere, every way, now.


It is no cheap thing,
But an increasing need
In the real world: LOVE!


Sad songs, puppy dogs, and pictures,
To recall when you could not go on.
Yet here you are, and the memories
Are why you have the moment which
Provides all the happiness you never
Believed would be yours this time.


It is, forever shall it be, despite me.
I am a minnow in a vast lake
With no way to understand
Everything outside of me.
So many things try to swallow me.
Life is brief; love is never free.
My heart is a difficulty,
It encompasses everyone with me.


Hitch a ride over
Mountains, hang an anchor on
A star; be, you are.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Today’s Prompt: Attempt some brief stream of consciousness works. Try to capture a feeling, encouragement, inspiration, or statement of the world as you see it.

Gratitude Today
Alex and I had lunch at Buffalo Wild Wings.
We hiked the trails at SCSP.
I took photos I like with my friendly little camera.
I wrote most of the above shorts in the middle of the morning/night.
I wore my “Be Your Own Muse” sweatshirt, which is one of my favorites.

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