2022 Creativity Project – Day 103

Balance

Tottering into
Space
Place
Where lost
Found
Grow;
Arrival
Imminent
Always
Postponed,
Probabilities
Impossibilities
Smiled
Because
Perception
Makes no
Matter
Attitude
Effort means,
Belong
Everyone
Everything
Roses
Imagined
Given
For
Doing
Being
Still seeker
Seeking
The life
Beyond
Seeing
Feeling
Tasting
Hearing,
Knowing
Willing
Happy as
A parrot
About to
Bite.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

A VERY OLD BOOK

Riffing off an Amazon review title, I so propitiously encountered.

A VERY OLD BOOK

Reader beware, herein lie
Monsters of dastardly mien,
You may be captured, captivated,
Made prisoner for the space
Of these many pages.
I would not read it were I you,
I did not, in truth, finding its words
Many syllabic, poetic, strange
To my modern eyes and sensibility.
It seemed akin to Dickens, Emerson,
Perhaps Poe and Thoreau, whom
I thought all left in the distant past
When what I read was for lessons,
Not for pleasurable entertainment
Initiated on my fancy whim or choice.
No, dear reader, hear, hear,
This tome is best left shoved
To the back of the shelf, covered
In ages, layers of sooty dust,
Let it be, let it lie, you have no need
Of it, nor would ever I, it is a burden
To be left without perusal alone.
Do not open the covers, do not see,
What treasures I could not ascertain,
Join me in my startling refrain
This is a VERY OLD BOOK,
Herein lie dastardly monsters
Of highly developed vocabulary,
Read At Your Own Dire Risk.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Pocket Lament

Pockets,
Oh,
Pockets,
Why are you
Always given
Over to the males?
Here we,
Such genteel
Females
Are bound
By weight of
Purses!
Maybe some
Manmade
Pleasure done
To encumber
Us in some
Kind, way,
For Lord knows
What might occur
Were both our
Hands empowered.
Even enlightened
As these times are
One may not
Depend on
Fashion,
For pockets can
Be often false,
Others too
Small
To carry
Much.
Designers could
Give
Consideration
To cost
Of female
Liberty lost.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan