Allusions

You know I am crazy.

This morning I was covered in goosebumps and asked him if he had a jacket I could wear. He went upstairs and brought me a sweatshirt.

I asked him if he had heard Barbara’s song off the Songbird album, “Honey, Can I Put On Your Clothes?” He is like a musical encyclopedia and can recite, well, you would not believe.

He said, “No.” So I sang it. Then he asked if I had a shirt like that. I said, not really. He said you can have that one.

Sometimes I am crazier than everything.

Pictograph

We’re not in love
No, no, no, we’re not,
He is still caught up
In memories of her;
I try to be someone
Freeing him for a time
From the constant grind
Of all the problems
He is called upon
To solve each second,
Of every single day.
He shares his tastes
In music, humor, art,
I learn sometimes
That I am not so strange
As I have often thought,
There is a contemporary
Person who gets
The boundless part of me.
He helps me with
My myriad problems
Encouraging me to
Continue in my efforts,
And our hugs help
Us deal with this time
Of social isolation;
But no, he is not in love
And says he never will.
I share him with a ghost
But somehow, that feels
Familiar, it is usually
Reversed – so I can deal
With it for now, and
Perhaps eventually
We will find a place
In one another’s orbit
That allows us to feel
What is already there
As something real.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Dark Affirms

It occurs to me
The night lends hospitality
I find comfortable
Because the shadows obscure
My flaws and hard-wrought scars.
I rarely have to assume
A personality conjured up
To please those who cannot
Bear to see my actuality.
The night frees me to be –
I am home, at peace
When being is not difficult
When attributes are uncovered
So if acceptance is offered
I know the feelings are honest.
No one dares the night –
Without they search for truth.
The authenticity of love
Unencumbered by cosmetic
Pretenses painted super-large.
Yet, the night, lonely,
The present it offers each
Day fading, normalcy away.

© 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.

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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

Four Haiku

The day befalls like
A steady downpour of rain
Over whitecapped waves.


When the clouds gather
Bringing stormy weather near;
Look! The distance clears!


A pen in salute
Is more delicious than wine –
Edifying lives.


Love tenderly plays
Until the music made is
A graceful concert.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan