Rise Up

Inspiration Comes

It was a tearful day, like any number of other days. The losses weighed, and regret played, but somehow, something, somewhere, changed. It was as if a door opened, and a bit of hope took root in a heart for whom so many dreams had become moot.

The rescue climbed up, licked away a speckling of tears, and gave a look that conveyed, ‘You saved me; it is why I am here, and for that, I give you what comfort exists in me.’

There was a miracle wrapped in the space between those two, born of Love, fragile but true.

Whenever, wherever compassionate, kind, passionate hearts, even across species, or perhaps especially so, meet, Love is fully unleashed, and new dreams, music, stories, and worlds grow to bless lives as onward, outward the sweet generosity of spirit, souls goes.

Every time someone, whether human or other living feeling being, reaches across the chasm of indifference and tries to impact life positively, Love can take hold and change the fabric of reality through the miracle of creativity.

A heart broken by missteps, mistakes, trials, and troubles can learn to trust, take a chance and embrace life, Love, and fully live again.

Each of us is to others a blessing, a gift, a magic, a miracle who lives to present an opportunity to become most precious in one another’s lives. We are our helpers, keepers, and inspirations for greater and greater greatness.

Alas, and Away

You wanted me once,
It was already too late
You were walking out
The door on your way elsewhere
Falling for somebody else.
I always wanted
You from the first, beginning,
Like a childhood crush
Way, way overdone, too much;
Love, still falling into you.
Now, so far away
Living, we are avoiding
Any chance to see
One another because, here,
Love holds us close together.
Keep on, keeping on
Apart from being with me
Go on; you stay free
By this late date, you might find
My heart has left you behind.
I have to remind
Myself, I am doing fine
On my own – alone
This love just a memory
Never a reality.
Still, keep yourself there
Stay away now; only fair,
Because ah, perhaps
I could be somehow convinced
You have a place for me, us.

Nobody needs another broken-hearted love poem, dangling on, like yesterday. It’s what all the best people say, anyway. However, I have enough love left over to keep writing these things, forever.

So forgive me again, for this time, when the night could not keep me in check, I wrote it. Whatever did you expect? No, you know better; you should see the letters. Together, no never, but love unrequited, it is remarkable as a dream, in deep Winter, of Spring bringing its breezes.

Beginning Maybe

It is yesterday’s news, but you might read it some distant tomorrow, never knowing the when of it all. It fell apart again, but no one knew the signs; they were too busy in their lives of satisfactory rhyme.

The dregs in the pot that provided the coffee could perhaps illuminate, but by then, it was probably too late. Broken hearts litter the ground where discordant words often find their sound.

A whisper of waking to the morning linen gives hope, but the bed contains only one body, insufficient for an incident of joy.

Tomorrow is the predicate of yesterday, but today wends away. Fortune is no lasting friend but slips off with a passing wind. One seldom remembers but never forgets a love vanishing to purchase what survives beyond regret.

Familiar, those bonds forged over a bundle of years breaking down into stifled tears disallowed to tumble from wary eyes. No one left to ensure feeling together thrives.

©Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Friday, October 28, 2022

In the After Hours

While most were sleeping my creativity came out to play. I will share some of the proceeds here…

Terran tanka

Today with much more
To carry has many thoughts
It may share with us
Beyond yesterday’s blurred clouds
Pregnant with memory’s tears.

Prodigious Prompts

1. If you described your attitude this month, what tree would you be?

2. We lose parts of ourselves to situations and people regularly. If you could return one quality lost last week, what would you regain? What present attribute would you sacrifice for it?

3. No one told you there was a meeting. What do you wish you had left at home today?

4. For the next two weeks, one primary or secondary color throughout your life will be replaced with newsprint gray. What color are you comfortable giving away?