Moms

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

To every woman who has borne a child, to those who have offered hearts of love to children in need of tenderness, you have my undying gratitude and respect. More than anything else, those who nurture children are heroines of the super denomination. God bless every one.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Standard Deviation

How is one exact,
But
Also outside, in doubt?
The mind is never
A closed system,
It knows those things,
But
It allows room for fault.
Variables inject deviation
From what seems inevitable,
This present; what we, as humans
Know
Here is subject to unmaking.
Change is a complete
Norm, though norms, might
Be terms to use most
Sparingly,
Because difference is
Encountered in everything.
Each creation of God –
Is fashioned unique;
All
We see, know, are, have,
Is individual, ours here
To experience within
The sampling being
We
Are and constant construct.
When we awake, rise,
We are like the day, beginning
Anew, potential
Envelopes
Us in endless possibility,
Loved, creative, free.
Nothing is beyond our
Capacity to learn,
But
Scattered uncertainty
Grows wild as weeds in
Gardens of delighted insight
A misstep, an accident,
Suddenly,
We are gone –
All we gathered, amassed,
Lost as if,
We never even happened.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Emergency
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Ever-More

When you feel
When you are real
When you willingly reveal
The truth of things
You are going through
You transmit the depth
Of your self, your soul,
To those who meet you
On the page, the stage,
In life as the living goes.
Everyone present becomes,
Knows the reality, creativity,
Emotion and reason
Flow and grow beyond
Illusion filling the senses
Overcoming restrictions
With the boundless force
Of everlasting love;
Differences drop away
Everyone opens themselves
All who are, meet, are one.
So be courageous when you
Perform your acts of devotion
Allow without concealing
Be authentic, be you,
Be alive with the love
That reveals precisely who you
Live the freedom to be.
Never hide how much you feel
The depth of all the caring,
You are a gift to lift the lives
Of others who are here, humanity.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Me today.

Kept

Forbidden entrance
The remains
Though shattered
Survive, alive
With curiosity,
Wondering
How reason
Keeps pace when
Alone all is
Nothing.

A steady fall
Of rain
Washing recollection
Into ditches
Run with clay.

A deep ocean regret
Roars a forward tide
Booming a cave
Where mysteries
Like ghosts hide;
A twine of trellis
Roses with bloodied
Thorns
Upward climbs.

Language aspires
To expand intellect
With fine rhetoric;
Somehow
Encouraging noisome
Ravens to disperse,
Shades, shadows depart.

Love ransomed,
Life sparkles.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt: Create something about a circumstance you overcame or would like to go beyond.

Night Chair
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan