Departing – Run

The roses in my
Tomb bloom with little violence
Crimson as innocent blood;
I realize others are
Insecurely fragile as well.
This life
Is living proved
Without consequence beyond
The limit of thought
Within minds much overwrought;
Where love requires vacation.
Creativity
Once solid shelter from storms
Becomes a tantrum,
Storm, its own, without control
Each issue written larger.
Isolation is
A rock in the cityscape
Sudden harsh breaking,
Force unleashed to destroy all,
But tattered souls in shadow.
Putting together
Strength remains monumental,
For teaching oneself
Swift to walk on, abandon,
When patience begs, continue.
Stately dragon lies
Upon ashes, abject ruin,
Indeed the phoenix will not
Rise because hope has farther
Flown than ever before known,
Death, dying, fear, sadness roost.
Still, the sky above
Declares itself an instrument
Of God’s inception,
A ceiling painted with wonder
Under which humans flourish.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Ever-More

When you feel
When you are real
When you willingly reveal
The truth of things
You are going through
You transmit the depth
Of your self, your soul,
To those who meet you
On the page, the stage,
In life as the living goes.
Everyone present becomes,
Knows the reality, creativity,
Emotion and reason
Flow and grow beyond
Illusion filling the senses
Overcoming restrictions
With the boundless force
Of everlasting love;
Differences drop away
Everyone opens themselves
All who are, meet, are one.
So be courageous when you
Perform your acts of devotion
Allow without concealing
Be authentic, be you,
Be alive with the love
That reveals precisely who you
Live the freedom to be.
Never hide how much you feel
The depth of all the caring,
You are a gift to lift the lives
Of others who are here, humanity.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Me today.

Prior/Unto

We wondered about
What happened if the world stopped –
Then we began to
See into who we could be
When all things changed completely.
We did not want all
The actions taking place here
Everywhere in time;
Few of us became able
To understand life going on.
Even so, we persevered
Dealing with the changes as
If everything was
Alright, and we learned we could
Come together – separate but as one,
To challenge living going on.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Tiny Tidy Bits

Sadness – written in
Shades of shadow, black and gray,
No way to escape

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The music plays, songs
To lift weary hearts, giving
Hope enough to live.

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Profuse the lilies
Blooms coloring everything
With smiles, happiness.

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Borrow the chatter
Of the squirrels chasing round
A filled bird feeder,
You might find greater delight
Than sitting alone tonight.

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Someone left the doors –
Wide-open to delight my heart,
Love, smooth, sauntered in.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

These are my brand of haiku and tanka. I always have fun with counted syllables. Sometimes, the truth will take a chunk out of you when you work with these because being constrained seems to give the mind some ease with content.

Prompt: If you feel inclined, write some haiku and tanka of your own.

Gratitude:
My appointment on Monday went exceptionally well.
I am reading some great books.
I went to Aldi and got some food.
Having my little piece of real estate on the internet.
I keep trying even when I am discouraged.

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Have an excellent downhill slide to the weekend. God bless and keep you always.