The iridescent filaments
Are a shimmering visual
White buttercream icing, web
Thin, among the spaces not
By the sentinel maples, oaks,
Pines, of these woods which
Daylight are comfortingly
Familiar, but in twilight and
Full dark
Are a touch disquieting,
A shiver with something of
That Otherworld where
Dance on pinheads, toadstools,
Friendly dogs can be transformed
Into creatures causing cold blood
Cruddling fear
Making staying in the circle
Of light seem the only logical
Course open to guarantee survival.
Yet, even so, the iridescent
Fancy buildings encourage the rise
Of hair along the nape and
Fervent prayer to be safe
From the predations of the
Fairy King.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

A previous prompt in the Facebook Group, Prompted Positive Poetry was, “Iridescent.” I have wanted to write about the weird woods. My son, Alex, told me I should grow up and quit my fear of the dark. I am unsure of that possibility. Reading less in the horror genre might help, but Nah, that will not happen.

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

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan


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.

Numbers (Less is More)

Honestly, I can
Think of no situation
In which “less is more.”

I wonder, tell me, does
It apply to that unsolvable
Problem of mathematics?
See, if you add math, I can
I would happily
Live my life completely
Math free,
I mean, I dabble in it
Because I must,
But it seems to me
No matter what I do
I do not possess
Of the properly delineated
Often when I chase down
Numbers they outrun or
Evade me, or if I have
Somehow gained a lot,
There is another party reaching
Out wanting my reserve,
I scarcely realize Math worked
And the numbers were indeed mine.

So, YES, “Less is More”
If you can keep subtraction from
Your numbers, and add to them
Every day,
Keep bodies far from stores
And websites that ask for spend,
Or anything that debits you accounts
Gradually or rapidly until they are

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Several days ago, the prompt on Prompted Positive Poetry was “Less is More.” I did not have anything for this until I began writing. It occurred to me as I worked that this was a Math Word Problem. I basically hate Math, but I can get by. 

Follow Creativity


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.