theory

The story is not
Well-defined,
It remains out
Of space and real-time,
Set where we uneasy
May see things
Lent extraordinary.
Grappling with words
Unspoken
Rendered unclear, unsound,
Within open ears
Taking passive captive days
Created as a falling haze.
No magic, some say
But easy patter has ways
Folding thought snug away
To dive deeply into spume
Of non-local intelligence.
All caught within webs
Spun throughout – interwoven
Moments – imaginary,
Filling atmospheres with songs
Unsung, meditated on.
No other species – living –
Approaches linguistic feats
Performed by those who
Little more than crawling
Master,
The universe anxious waits
One and all abide
Connected with unseen
Meaning, the only invisible string
A theory of language, mind,
Everything, matters
Makes the telling clean.
LOVE in its rightful place
Speaking truth is well known
Gifting everyone dreams
Become real –
Celebrate?

Prompt: Read several things and run them through your mind’s processes, then create something.

Gratitude:
Getting laundry done.
Swelling is better in my jaw.
Organizing mail.
Writing.
Reading.

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Choice

I saw the open door
But felt I should go,
Another way,
Continuing down the hallway
Until I came upon
An exit.
Through the door –
I wandered barefoot on
The grass,
Buoyed by the scent of water –
Wafting from an active
Stream
Like the impression
Of safety within a dream.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Sweetwater Creek Millrace

Spring Ascends

The sky begins to grin
Laughter in breezes licking
Blooms, buds, emerging all over,
Birds try Mozart on the wing
Welcoming the joys of Spring.
Lawnmowers come out of
Their retirement finding
They can roar and slash
Again, demolish growth and grass;
The turning wheel of time
Season to season leaving,
Joining creation in multiplication.
Children beg for outside time
Adults encourage homework
Completed, then recreation;
Grills abandon covers, gathering
Fuel, beginning a slow-burn –
Coaxing the best of flavors
Out of all types of meat.
Sandals, shorts, sundresses
In dizzying colors appear
Draping girls, women everywhere.
Boys, men put aside much hiding
For muscles viewed in shorts, tanks
Enjoying nature’s fabulous celebration.
Maybe time, even with its imperfections
Hollers out opportune possibilities
As LOVE makes its many advances.

Aloof

Imagined –

Now a photograph –
A view peeking from behind
Where you stand shadowed;
I have reasons to let you
Slip straight through my spread fingers.

Memory –

You never wanted me
Those long days ago, I sought
You like an angel
Who could reroute the trouble
Of my suffering life’s days.

Appearing –

Situations change,
Now reality counsels
There abides too much,
On both sides of the present
Equation, to allow hearts –

Freedom –

Wrapping around dreams
Sunken in oblivion, quelled
As no us exists,
Fare thee well cold treachery,
Your leave no more my regret.

Prompt: Can you wield a poisoned pen?

Tanka Over, Again

The sword hangs above –
Mantel – put safely away,
But eyes caress it
Palms itch its hilt to hold, grasp
Power the blade promises.

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Right or Wrong, we can
Become who we mean to be
If we follow dreams
Which take us, loving, beyond –
Familiar habitations.

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Writing the wishes
No magic ever renders
For humans are free
Souls crave every destiny,
Love guiding all that will be.

Prompt: Do you tanka?