Gifts We Cannot Buy

The quiet of home when we
Return from wrestling lions all day.
The satisfaction of writing letters,
Poems, songs for loved ones.
The taste of a meal carefully
Prepared with helpings of love.
A comfortable chair, bright light,
Books we are longing to read.
Songs we never realized existed
But for which we find a soul hunger.
A dog, cat, lizard, goat, cow, whoever
Comes snuggles up, revealing devotion.
Stolen hours when hearts, souls
Are permitted freedom to dance art.
Picking up a crying child, watching
As eyes go wide, kissed by a smile.
The sweet hug of those treasured
Who we raised despite everything.
Traveling to a far-off wonderland,
Returning to a space of belonging.
Knowing, growing with screen friends,
Finally, meeting with hugs, face to face.
Sunshine after a bleak succession
Of wickedly dark, sad stormy days.
The alabaster moon coming from behind
Clouds, in time for a sweetheart kiss.
Setting aside specific times to find those
Moments to sincerely pray to the Lord.
Laying down, fed, safe, warm, beneath
Covers, falling into deep refreshing sleep.
Awaking to a day full of opportunity,
Possibility, without doubt, we are loved.
Living in a blessed place where each one
Can achieve hopes, dreams, and success.

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Befriending

Everyone needs loving
When the world turns icy gray
Those times that things go astray,
But also when all seems right –
And dancing lasts day to night.
All the glorious notes together
Can change the internal weather
Allowing the most joyful songs,
Every age can sing along
Faces brightening with delight.
The sun comes arising,
In eyes hopeful and surprised;
Time becomes a tender comfort
When strangers become fast friends.

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Prompt: The weather is rather frightful in many places; pull up a stool at the bar, create something to ameliorate the awful conditions outside.

Gratitude:
I went into town and got groceries and miscellaneous after five weeks without doing so.
I have hope to feel better now that I have diet soda and food I like.
Music.
Getting my phone to sync with the Explorer.
My friend Reba is a lifesaver, literally.

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Love, Just Something Like

I sit at his side
Listening attentively,
Learning as we go,
Not what is thought, how we are,
Friends, even a wee bit more.
Knowing the pieces
Covered, before other worlds,
Holding such secrets
As might be misunderstood
If bared in the public square.
Not ordinary,
But nothing needs explaining;
The music continues
Spinning out careful magic
Who we are, we want to be.
Dreams become unreal
Still fulfilling unknown tastes,
Sorting out the problems, mess,
In time to leave the distress.
We cannot claim us
Yet, there is evident a bond,
Sweeter than loneliness,
A connection made in time
Outside the usual design.
Hope flutters tattered
Wings attempting beauty, flight,
A word soft-spoken
Is wind enough to lift dreams
Into possibility –
Knowing time the remedy,
Clarity, to foster focus
Bring all things together – alight.

Prompt:
Observe your emotional temperament, look at what is present in your life, do they agree? Create something that exhibits your findings.

Thankful Today:
When I woke up, it was 51 degrees in the house; I ran the logs, it is now 64 degrees.
I walked over 20,000 steps.
A tremendous variety of music is available for my listening enjoyment.
Chicken.
Chocolate.

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Overflow

Some days you must be
Apart, beside, outside, of
Who you often are
To reach the skies, and capture
Stars, to open other eyes.


Wide-open without
Any filter, touching grace, faith, love
Without displacement,
Conquering doubt, fear so near,
Being creativity.


Place a hand inside
The rippling river flow
Catch life passing by.


The Earth is speaking
Imploring care be taken
If not, scythe falling
Will in measure take what is
Here, reach beyond permission.


No one sees because
Depths hide, out of open sight,
Mind is not described.


Standing brilliant in
Relief before the shadow,
It scarcely matters.

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Sometimes conversations take flight going beyond normal thought. Such was one with Alex today. I wish I were a better conversationalist, but being a sounding board is essential too, I suppose.

Prompt: Think of something you could create to serve the needs of human beings and the planet at large. Create a representation in art or words.

Gratitude Today:
Alex inviting me to talk to him on his drive from Florida.
Being home all day.
Writing.
Listening to music.
Almost 30,000 steps.

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Poems, Notes, Reaching Up

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

A child grows beyond
The imagination of
A parent, success.

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Don’t blame the rain
For the renewed tears and pain,
It is the season.

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The song is a balm
Making this life bearable,
Keep the music on.

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If I held your heart
Would you let my love remain
Despite everything,
I am beset with fears, failures,
But my heart is true to you.

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Prompt: Create something or a series of things that are short but complete. There are no rules, except anything is acceptable. Do not try to be perfect; it is impossible; be talent on display.

Gratitude Today:
My package came, not where they claimed.
Journals
YouTube
Radical creative imagination
Devices and books

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