The empty pocket
Always ready to open
Received you that day,
Held you near my heart never
Allowing you to be lost.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
The empty pocket
Always ready to open
Received you that day,
Held you near my heart never
Allowing you to be lost.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Another haiku. I am doing some design experiments.
As a prompt, use a picture of something in your environment to inspire you and create something.


Not feeling the scanner tonight. Almost left off posting again. Turned the computer off for hours. Writing comes though, it is like breath, similar to blood, it flows, pours through me unless I let it free. Often I think it owns me. When I guess why I am here, it chimes up with some right piece of poetry.
So, be it. Love wins.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Lying in bed, warm,
Sated, limbs entwined, lovers,
Together outside
Time’s demands for the moment,
Living inside the bubble.
Enclosed, enraptured,
By this elemental thing
Created inside
The hearts of us both, in love,
Meaning, for now, everything.
The words, honey on
Our lips, licked away, unsaid,
Fearing to bring doubt
All into the open for
Hurt often finds its mark.
Scars before, behind,
Spark instant hesitation
This present figment
A potent whisper, unheard,
“I am yours, and you are mine!”

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
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