Aubade

The pleasant Autumn
Is turned to mean exclusions
Of clouded Winter,
Ebon ravens take to air,
Love may languish, vanish there.
Costliest of days
When time slows in dreamless sleep,
Moments like thick soup
Mire us, one – forever – all,
Discordant voices, loud, call.
Faces of comfort
Covered in veils kin to fog,
Starlight gleaming eyes
No longer lit from within,
Payment price for frigid loss.
Relentless saunters
Hope in allure to parade
Reminding one, all,
Better days return, arrive,
Together again arise.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Fragments Amended

I do much of my writing in my journal, and bits and pieces are often orphaned there. There is a lot of writing which never makes it to screen. It is not that it is inferior, just that I cannot put up too many pages.

Please, if you like what I do here, interact in some way. It helps make it more likely others might see the work.

As a prompt, go across your social media and react, engage with some of the creators you like or admire. Even just with your friends. Every like, every comment means a broader audience.

Give me one last kiss,
You will never see me cry,
I will fade away –
Goodbye – you have your life – days
Precious, set apart, without
Room or time for me.
I respect you so much, enough
To go before I am
Become a footnote written
On the pages every day.
I wish you all happiness,
With such love as you crave, deserve,
May you find in another
The heart of all the love you hope.


So much is riding
On strings of words which might not
Be spoken aloud,
Before the night falls alone
Blocking out the fragile hope
Giving a fingerhold, keeping
Love afloat, buoyed by faith.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I try so to entertain, and yet sometimes I feel the investment is futile. The bounty I hope for may never bloom from Winter lying fields at Spring but be forever lost in frost.

Thank you for spending some time here, reading. Please be well and find the way here again.

Dodging Crevasses

Too many bridges into
Mountains too far
Where dreams may be lost
In the climbing over rocks,
Boulders that shifting can
Send hope hiding under
Fear, misery, doubt, despair.
Still, the beauty at the summit
Makes the trouble on the path
Seem insignificant and worthwhile
For climbing ever higher is
How growth and learning occur.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Gathered Pieces

Every one of the following stands as a separate unit. Some are haiku; some are free verse. I often doodle verses on Facebook that do not get here. This mix is like that and from my journal.

Each one turned around,
Walked as far as could away,
Tears haunt me today.


You left me in tears
After all these many years,
You still break my heart.


I keep planting seeds
The soil and rain must nurture
And make the fruit grow.


What you do not know
Someone else cannot always
Reveal so clearly,
You must find, learn, for yourself.


I was sure it would
Never happen, but I stand
Here and totally.


When the time is right
You find what makes the most of
Your life and living.


Hearts sketched in pen and ink,
Is this all we have become
In the fading of our days?
I think we still must possess
Desire enough to help make
The world a better place for us
And those meant to come.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

As a prompt, just canoodle with your imagination, engage your creativity, and let be what comes of the snuggling.

Doggie Dreams

It was a day
To
Rebound from being
In lockdown,
A day
Maybe
To run far and fast
Away,
Hope thought so
Anyway.
As she walked out
The door she leapt
Forward
Pulling against restraints
Of her leash thinking
Perhaps this once her human
Would let go,
Praying doggie prayers
For freedom though
She knew nowhere else,
She
Would rather be.
It did not work,
It never did,
Hope had tried
A thousand times
Before.
So, she prayed for treats,
Toys and petting from
Her human
And tossed her tail
In the breeze
Like
The beauty she
Was convinced
She was made to be.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

A light tribute to my sweet Hope baby.