Haiku In My Quiver

This ocean into
Which I wade slowly, swallows
My fear, in its love.


I accept I am
Written differently than
Those average most.


Death, we avoid it,
But in the air, food, water,
We taste it, consume.


The calendar turns
Another time dated, gone,
Life passing – away.


The light rises bright
But only a thimbleful
Against Autumn night.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I will believe these challenges are only a small inconvenience given to produce determination and strength. Will you believe you are destined to succeed in abundance? I can only do so, else hope evaporates.

Use Your Words

When we are upset
The best thing to be done is
For us to use words
Well;
Communication is key
To get all the things we need.
Better not resort
To violence and destruction,
Working situations out
Through
Discussion is a better option,
Which brings stronger resolutions.
Putting words on paper or screen
Can be a valuable tool
Letting us approach
Clarity,
Discovering our concrete ideas.
Using our words
Never indicates weakness
But shows intelligence and strength
Because choosing devastation
Is often a more straightforward solution
Than
Formulating a plan
To progress in creativity,
Building the present, ushering in
The future by making
The riskier effort to implement change.
Words build us up,
Encourage and inspire
To conquer difficulties
Eroding mountains of opposition
Into crowds of consolation
Where positivity can overcome
The landslide of negativity
Directed toward each of us
Perpetually.
It all began with the Word,
We withstand pain, trouble,
With carefully chosen words
That defend and guard us,
From what would harm us.
We do well to employ
Words
To do what seems too high
A hope, too large a dream,
A huge impossibility,
Because words have power
To change the world, reality.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Not Afraid

We, the broken, open,
Gather, but loosely together,
A tribe rejected, remote,
Whose names history washed
Free of whatever remains.
One – another – we leave behind
The safety of the riverbank,
Slipping beneath the surface
Of believing, ridding our souls
Of blame, desertion, fear, shame,
Joining the rushing current, present,
Evicting the ghosts who pressed
Us with doubt into inaction.
We become those who call down
Future blessing with courage, desire,
Lightning accompanies our motion,
We face forward, countenances
Of fire, burning with conviction
Knowing each one has value
In reality, creating radiant truth,
Restoring liberty through LOVE.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Allowances

On days like this, it is hard to put my stuff out. I have the vow to trip over. The one that says I will post every day this year, and yeah, it is looking like that may become my permanency. It gives me the incentive to work when I might be tempted to go idle. What do you do to motivate yourself, or if you are not producing as you like, how can you make a change?

I have written four pages in the journal today, but I could so not post. Just go on reading the novel I want to complete, and wanting the chocolate I will not bring home. If I go to Aldi and get it, I will binge, to the degree I will eat almost nothing else until it is gone. Nope. I went to Sam’s Club the other day and am proud to say neither Nutella nor Airheads jumped in my cart. These sorts of things I battle regularly. What do you fight with every ounce of self you can muster? Is it food, television, books, shopping, negativity? You can win, at least sometimes. The more you win, the easier the next scrimmage will become.

I have played no music today, which is an anomaly. It has been me and my brain. Always a bit of a stretch, kind of like I imagine bungee jumping in the Grand Canyon, terrifying and exhilarating at once. What happens when you step out of your routine? Can you stick to it as you would like?

Anyway, I hope you have a rewarding evening and accomplish something that makes you smile.