Candid Conversation

Reflection, who is,
And is not, even real, me;
You know what goes on
Where shadows caress my eyes
I know you, doubly, the spy.
I hide away, me,
But a mirror always sees
Behind the public facade;
Where I present as okay,
Not speaking the frequent doubts
The horrible fears,
Pain thoroughly convincing me
I am surely cursed.
Mirror, please now realign
My face with bright eyes, sure smile,
Be the expression
I carry when I cannot cope
Give me steadfast hope
Shore up my courage, with faith,
Teach me to be better, me.
Mirror, I hope life
Where you are is kinder, gentler,
Than this ongoing disaster,
You have the only face seen
Recently, ah, please do not cry
I know somehow you can get by,
Me, well, I will try, and you know
Already, when I will, I thrive.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

The prompt on the Facebook Group, Prompted Positive Poetry today is, “Mirror.” If you have never done a creative work based on your mirror doppelganger or anything really about mirrors, you should try it. Like Snow White, Dorian Gray, and others, the mirror has fascinating possibilities.

More Than Wishes

We can wish, wish, wish
This gift of life completely
Away,
Because time
Helps us do as we will,
Want,
Not guarding us
Against choices
Poorly made, unwise,
But we have enough power
To set a better
Course,
Leading us to complete,
Accomplish worthy goals set
So we may achieve
Purposes existing
Beyond fond wishes;
Bringing
Happiness and joy
Into every part, aspect,
Of our daily life
Where we become fully
Alive.
Wishing can guide acts
Selected for good outcomes
Sponsored
With positive effort
That permit our grand
Overcoming
Of difficulties which
May present themselves
When along
Our onward progress
We determinedly continue.
Ultimately,
We are gifted
With ample resources
To make
Our dreams into
Reality.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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Today’s PAD Challenge Prompt at Poetic Asides is “Wish.” I think it went off on its own path, but I am okay with it.

I hope all of you are well and coping with whatever variety of social distancing you are experiencing. Remember to keep creating. Also, remember you are loved.

Follow Creativity

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On the unknown road
Toward futures we traverse
There is only love,
Prayer, faith, creativity,
To lend us needed balance.
Those who we love most,
Prayers we to Heaven post,
Faith we are not lost,
Things we can create to
Help us through those times
It seems we are losing the edge
Of our mental acuity and are
Striving hard to be ourselves
In a world loosed from its moorings;
These we must follow, revere,
For else dismay convinces us
Everything leads to nowhere.
There are times betwixt times
We find ourselves adrift, drowning,
But God knows our battles,
And He is our sword and shield,
He is a fortress to win our wars,
He blest us with ability, ingenuity,
Skill, talent, knowledge, and does
Not leave us unprepared,
He stands with us and coaxes
Us with His gift of creativity
To find our confidence and strength
To move beyond our trouble
And live love out loud,
That we may conquer perplexity.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I went up to get the mail. The silence, the emptiness, it is over two weeks since I went up there, many changes since then.

This is an answer to the prompt “Follow______________” on Poetic Aside for today’s PAD Challenge. The world is changing. I wonder how ready we are.

After Quarantine

The world is made new
Different than any have
Previously seen,
A quieter, less crowded place
For we have sheltered in homes.
Those who solitary
Embrace, enjoy, are at peace,
But most are denied
The routine, familiar pace
That verified lives defined
By haste, and social interaction.
This contraction is revoking
Much we all depended upon,
We had no inkling commerce,
Education, government, health care
Could be like the empty shelves
Where toilet tissue used to be,
But now, we know the economy
Can fail because contagion invades.
The mystery
Will we return to business as
Usual if or when the deaths end?
Could we be fortified to live
More independently, freely,
Functioning successfully on our own?
We have been catapulted into
A space-time continuum
We did not expect or choose to share,
We are commissioned with the duty
To bring care, kindness, and love,
To this New World unfolding
Unfathomably before us
Moment by moment.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

Obscure

Just a moment, how,
Looking across the expanse
Of bare open floor
To the table where he sat
A vision almost unreal;
How the breath caught, ceased
Before the radiance of his face
Cast all unconscious, unknown,
Which would never leave one
Alone.
Sowing restlessness, unease,
No lesser mortal
Ever came close to pleasing
The feral wanting-ness,
Voracious needling appetite
Beyond all reason, all right,
His terra cotta eyes, sculpted jaw
Haunted every hour, day,
And night
Allowed a momentary respite,
So business, busyness
Were enjoined to maintain
A state where fantasies were
Kept from the forefront
Of thought for he was almost
A specter beyond every
Possibility, a dream of Love
To whom one might devote
But never acknowledged
Come close to embrace.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Another late night musing. Sometimes I believe insomnia is a creative gift. I allow the muse its way, better than Calgon, any day.