Sometime After Midnight

There are times sleep evades me, and I find myself with too much on my mind. Sometimes I find words flow as if a vein were opened to allow rain.

Jottings

1.
Please hold me up close
Setting me forever free
From the loneliness
Which has homesteaded within
The loving heart inside me.

2.
I walk wild as one
Who feels a need for freedom,
But still welcomes love.

3.
Music it abides
A loving force freed within
My outstretched soul.

4.
Clouds cannot ever
Hide the glow of joy and love
Shining from within.

5.
Well met here again
The stranger who captivated
Portions of my heart.

6.
Heart, soul, now take wing
Follow abundance until
Love makes one captive.

7.
Cherish me richly
Up close, personal, no space
Between who we are
Who desire names our being
The perfection of loving.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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As a prompt: If you find yourself unable to sleep, engage the creativity in your wild imaginative brain and make something of lasting value in the sleeplessness. You may find yourself served up a treat you otherwise might have overlooked.

 

 

Response Today

It has been weeks since
There has been any response
To repeated requests made
That he call me, talk to me,
Depression had settled in.

Then the phone rang with
His name filling its little screen
My son, my joy, all
I had been hoping for, real,
My heart, in response, joyful grew.

We talked and talked more
Everything I hoped for came,
Like the world was right,
Knowing he was well, that we
Remained like clones, years separately.

More than anything
Or anyone, he is special
The love never fades,
He is my happiest of happy
The brightest of fairest days.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Alex, if you ever read this, know I love you.

The PAD Challenge Countdown prompt today was “Response.” The fact life called was just a happenstance.

Little Love Poems

Never

It is not a chance
I will take because I doubt,
But I wish I could,
The love I carefully hide
I would give and make you mine.

Trusting

When we talk, I know,
You understand and are fair,
You care, and no one
Else respects me as you do,
I believe and trust in you.

Love Springs

The pollen drives me
Inside each time I go out,
I glance at the phone
Wishing it would break silence
Ring with you there, all for me.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Just a little playing loose and free with words. These are all tanka. As I often say there is no significant other in my life. I just make things up. I think that is what creativity was given us for.

Strength

Quiet pours down, light
As the lock of hair
Grabbed and swirled round
Index finger and thumb;
Numb, numb, wilted
In the stifling of late day
March heat, barely able
To forego the house,
Walking buoyant dogs
Whose muscles ripple
Like a wake under sinew.
Ensconced uneasy in bed
Never invalid, never stop,
But the strength, it erodes,
Still, that is a no; push, go,
Various ways to give the ankle
Purchase to convey upright
This reason that is a being
Unwilling to acquiesce to
Anything against progress
Fighting always pain, doubt, fear,
“Begone, leave this one be. Strength
Remains, life retains, love stokes
The vision, all abides, stand – over-ride.”

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

The Prompted Positive Poetry prompt for today was “Strength.”

Elegy to 2020

Days lingered around
Gathered friends, family, rivals,
In groups, maybe thousands
Enjoying sport, music, spectacle,
Ceremony, exposition, oratory,
No worries, shared delight.
How we celebrated things
That brought us peace, smiles,
Companionship, competition,
We were golden, glitter bright
Stars feeling our fortune, filling
Time with all the joy we might.
But
Sometimes our privilege dies
A sudden horrible death
Which consequence we fail
To see in its full gory detail
Until it wraps itself around
Us, a constriction unwilling
To allow us any escape,
Nor let us go, it binds like
A straightjacket, unwanted.
Our homes, always sanctuaries,
Begin that slow movement
Toward a joint solitary confinement
Where nerves are nettled, become
Frayed, days without normal
Occupation become a distance
Difficult to travel hours through.
Now,
For ever-how long, it appears
The culture of the modern world
Has died an ungentle death
Beaten into submission by a virus,
Even more by fear, horror, panic
Of what might happen should
We linger together in the open
In shared embraces and friendly
Touches that communicate more
Than words, our empathy, and care.
Make no mistake, love is not mocked,
It will return us to ourselves for
Through everything it always
Finds a way, I believe love exists
To be our guide when things go gray.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

This is not meant to be dire. The prompt on Poetic Asides today is Elegy, and I think the world will be different when it resumes business as usual.

I hope all of you are doing well and enjoying your weekend. I have been forced to stay off my feet quite a lot today because of my left foot, but I am trying to be up a bit.

As a prompt, explore your vision of what will occur when all the confinements are ended. Create something that expresses your vision.