Category: Beauty

Sound Enthused

Music is a straight-up
Drug with intoxicating
Emotional reach
Highly motivational
Potentially erotic.
The magic extends
Upon the open airwaves
Convincing people
Belonging is a birthright
Which is forever present.
Love arrives in tones
Familiar as breathless sighs,
Ebon lashes of closed eyes,
Harmony convinces these
Are uncommon mystery.
Melody does not
Shout anyone’s name and still
Far-reaching it grabs
Hearts it touches all the same,
Captive but free, each remains.
All are apt contained
Within the magic wrought frame
Of clef, note, staff, word,
Carried farther than ever,
Lyrics often repeated.
Voices, instruments –
Delight, enhance, entrance while
None ever wanders
Long from transporting power
Of songs become legacy.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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This picture was taken at the Georgia Aquarium. It is currently my desktop background. 

If music became
A picture, truth it might find,
In nature, sublime.

Make your days count for something, or you may find you only wasted time.

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Love Treads Sprightly

While you are standing
Here, still, waiting, the timing
To move on along,
Remember silence can be
A gift, revelatory.

Listen now closely
You may hear the bright ringing
Of sweet golden bells
In the distance of your life;
You can catch them if you try.

Gifts unforgotten
Lie outside, and you shall reach
Those places where all
Belonging to you comes clear;
Like a sunrise over waves.

No movement required
To recognize what blesses you:
Love warming your heart,
Someone precious holding hands
When you need more strength to stand.

The shadow may hang
Over a day, week, month, year,
But it goes away
When you realize love’s power
Holds you complete, safe, secure.

The art of loving
Is the most fantastic gift
Given you to share
In relationships discovered
Throughout every stage of living.

Once you become friends
With the idea of loving people,
Much misunderstood,
Fades like storm clouds cleared away,
Leaving happiness behind.

Love is the common
Respect accorded people
Well met every day
Plus all the ones who become
Close, dear, and so important.

Create joy, give love,
Find the purpose for which you
Were put on the Earth,
You know life is sweeter when
Shared among family, friends.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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That photo is straight from my SD card, no Photoshop.

As a prompt: If you are still isolated or not, take a few minutes to think about how you can use downtime to your advantage. Perhaps you might tune in to those you have in proximity, or create, or learn, or explore what you so well know. Once you have an idea, create something. Art, writing, score, poetry, photography, cakes… whatever, do it, make the moment your moment. Own who you are.

 

How It Goes

We gave no others
Those things we found alone,
We shared together
Otherwise, outside space, time,
Our reasons belonged to us.

In lonely hours
We scored companionship through
Impulses on screen
Then called feelings provoked
Newly forged reality.

When corporeal
Life faded early adopters
On the cutting edge
Became those most easily
Able to adjust and thrive.

Creativity
Became the measure of
The pandemic age
Love at a distance rewarded
Those who could communicate
Fluidly in all states whether
Screen distant or face to face.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

My computer has a completely new attitude and works like a dream, thanks to my guru. I hope all of you are doing well. 

As a prompt, think about the changes in your life recently, create something that embodies what you are going through. Alternately, create something about how you hope things will be in the future.

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Blessings.

Happy Mother’s Day

My Mom and I in July 1992. She was my bridesmaid that day; the most gorgeous I could have dreamed. Mom believed in me when I could not. She helped me when no one else would. She gave me the world because she taught me reading and writing.

The loss of her is incalculable. The times I need her are astronomical. I hope the Lord will give her a hug in Heaven and wish her Happy Mother’s Day for me!

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan.

My computer is being repaired. It is in desperate shape and will require time. I am posting from the tablet, and this may be it today. The week has been a series of disasters, praying things improve. I do not even have a working cellphone at present.

When beset by trouble, it will pass, good times will return.

When your tech goes beserk, it is well if you have redundant systems.