Desertion

I do not like my attitude
Because the more sheltered,
Fragile, aloof, undone, I become,
Shunning the very who
“I am” without answers enough
To continue discourse, going on.
The blanks on the form, incomplete,
My chapters – scattered pages,
Ransacked by a masked bandit,
Spouting platitudes, cruel absurdities,
And a following merciless wind.
I puzzle, is there reason to
Gather the shattered parcels
Beginning again, or static flowing,
Starting over from wherever
This desolate evocation may lead?
Exhaustion holds, reigns, a tyrant,
Denying will, energy to
Accomplish anything more than
Lying hidden under a patchwork
Become the basis of my identity.
No, no one wishes to know anything
Less than living aglow with joy,
Shiny, lately seemly, outfitted
In the precious, finest, able
To overcome, become a winner.
No lodging for suffering through,
Toiling to bail what has sunken,
With trouble, misuse, neglect.
Resurrections are only for long ages
Gone, because no one knows how
Love, the price for raising dead
And dying can be suitably applied,
The parts lost once meant
To play victory, wandered far astray.
Today fades within a moment
Into the garlanded past, yesterday.

Let / Allow

Being who we are
Differing brands, similar
Objects – perfectly
Fit for individuals,
Uniquely ourselves
Always.
Alignments given
No promises made,
But to live
Lovingly, kind,
Comfort in loneliness
Given appropriate season.
Then perhaps
There comes a time
To set free, let go,
Hearts beating
Separately distract,
Detract from
The rhythm of life,
Going we realize –
We remain open
To the opportune
Moment that may
Arrive unannounced.

While We Were Away

I was reading and thinking, realizing so much was different; the past was irretrievably gone. This short piece begins to deal with it, but LIFE will never resemble those bygone days.

Haphazardly Alone

I felt this topic applicable and have not posted from my journal recently, so I shared this. While doing my Creativity Project on Chronicles, I entered a handwritten piece almost daily.

I have been having difficulty with handwriting for a while. I recently discovered my vision impacted that because, on a whim, I picked up a set of reading glasses. I wear contacts that are an adequate adjustment, but close work like writing demands a bit more.

Being a bit perfectionistic, I hate to bring anything not up to my standard here.

Prompt: Do something unusual in your creative practice; share it if you dare.

Gratitude:

One of my most challenging times of year ends within the next few days, Easter being the culmination of it, and I made it through without a major meltdown.
Back on track with handwriting.
I cooked from scratch the other night, and it was not all bad.
Having a dishwasher.
Running water.

Sometimes I wonder why I continue with this, but it is my practice. If I were not doing the Creativity Project, I would not work as hard to produce something viable every day. If you would like to follow the site, see the sidebar for three methods. Communication from you as a reader gives me some clue whether or not I am engaging you in a manner that pleases you.

I hope all of you who celebrate Easter have a blessed one. To those following other paths, may you find hope, joy, and peace in your daily realm.

Counsel

Be happy, wherever you are,
whatever you do today.
Reach for the joy,
let it invade.
Remember, you are loved,
no matter what your mind may say.
Time is too short
to waste on frowns.
Look at the sky,
see how wide and bright –
your future is expansive
and full of potential.
Please take my advice,
enjoy life while you are living,
and do not waste a moment.
Be kind, generous,
and love everyone
you can as a gift
and a friend.
The most love you gain,
as you more openly spend.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

The above was a paragraph shared on my wall, I decided it would make a good poem.

Prompt: Take something you create for one purpose and re-purpose it for another use.