Whilst

I am neither
Convinced it exists,
Nor certain it does not.
It is perhaps something
Like the proverbial cat
Who may escape
Judgment until
By a concerned party
Observed;
But life, generally,
Is not in strictest sense
Measurable.

There obtain multitudes
Of variables of which
All cannot be ignored.
A mind may
Ascend or descend
According
To the temperments
Of the heart which
Is in best of times
Begged askance for
Tendency
To ride the fickle whims
Of ungovernable passion.

All, blind and unknowing,
Believing liberty abounds
While charmed by aspects
Of affinity only illumined
By creativity, which we
Purport to control,
But, reality,
If it be,
Assaults us with falsity.
The cat upon the sill
Cries
Its soul, besieged,
By want to
Exercise
A given instinct.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Abbreviated

Richard’s beautiful Orange Tabby, who is never entirely sure I am okay. Tonight I agree with him because I seem to have acquired a toothache that is also a headache.

I returned my DirecTv equipment today, so I have cut the cord and sunk the satellite. The amount of television I watch is so minimal; I probably will never miss it.

I do recommend streaming Peaky Blinders, Good Omens, and The Expanse. I only finished Good Omens. On Audible, I loved The Sandman. If you gathered, I am a Neil Gaiman fan; you read clues well.

The poem so heavy with images was an experimental rewrite; I probably should post the original of Same. I am on my phone tonight without my computer because I have been spending some respite time with Richard. It will wait. I do not like poetry on mobile because it always inserts extra spaces when I write.

Prompt: Tell someone you love that you do.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Gifts We Cannot Buy

The quiet of home when we
Return from wrestling lions all day.
The satisfaction of writing letters,
Poems, songs for loved ones.
The taste of a meal carefully
Prepared with helpings of love.
A comfortable chair, bright light,
Books we are longing to read.
Songs we never realized existed
But for which we find a soul hunger.
A dog, cat, lizard, goat, cow, whoever
Comes snuggles up, revealing devotion.
Stolen hours when hearts, souls
Are permitted freedom to dance art.
Picking up a crying child, watching
As eyes go wide, kissed by a smile.
The sweet hug of those treasured
Who we raised despite everything.
Traveling to a far-off wonderland,
Returning to a space of belonging.
Knowing, growing with screen friends,
Finally, meeting with hugs, face to face.
Sunshine after a bleak succession
Of wickedly dark, sad stormy days.
The alabaster moon coming from behind
Clouds, in time for a sweetheart kiss.
Setting aside specific times to find those
Moments to sincerely pray to the Lord.
Laying down, fed, safe, warm, beneath
Covers, falling into deep refreshing sleep.
Awaking to a day full of opportunity,
Possibility, without doubt, we are loved.
Living in a blessed place where each one
Can achieve hopes, dreams, and success.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Love In Tanka – Haiku

Prompt:
Pick an emotion and create from there. Any form or media is appropriate.

Friendly and Richard, best buddies.

Gratitude:
Love has a way, and I am pliant.
Photoshop.
Infranview.
My being able to do this each day.
Pens that write beautifully, even when I make mistakes.

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Busy

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The cat is Goobi, Alex’s cat, who has returned here after about three weeks lost.

Alex has introduced me to the Amazon Original show called The Expanse. I enjoy watching it with him. He chose to stay a few more days, which I love.

There were several hours spent in copy editing today.

Prompt:
Take a photo, or write a scene that under some circumstances is common, but in an instant, is very special.

Gratitude Today
Proofing the magazine.
Seeing my poem on one of the pages.
Having Alex here.
Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream.
Rotisserie Chicken.

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Nothing lasts forever
But the things we do with love,
Those are never erased
And they are reason enough
To stay in the fight for life
Until the very end.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan