Category: Photography

Ready, Set, Klutz

I am a bit of a pen collector, even an aficionado, but do not trust me with fountain pens. I caution you to steer clear when I am in possession of one of these wondrous instruments.

Moments ago, I intended to remove the cap and use my Moonman, which fills with an eye-dropper, so it has a copious amount of ink. It did not go as planned. I instead opened the reservoir and poured ink all over the floor and myself, of course. As small as the ink containment is, it would seem the spatter would be minimal, but hey, black ink.

I have friends who are experts with fountain pens. I am not. I try. See, I want to be good with them, but I have horrendously comical experiences with them at almost every attempt.

I get almost the same results with rollerball pens, and I make less mess. I will not give up on the fountains; I will get okay with this; it is pens – I do ink pens.

As a prompt: Do you have a tool that defies your best efforts? Create something to celebrate your relationship.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Kindness Ink

I have problems with fountain pens, but they are a challenge, so you know, I adore them. This is a Moonman M2. The ink is from the Monteverde Emotions line and is called Kindness.

If we all wrote with Kindness ink, what would the world become? Something other, I am guessing. I love the color. I shall endeavor to live up to the name.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Let’s Roll

Falling, falling apart all around you;
Knowing I am not, but hoping I might –
Could I be a shining light
Into the pain, hurt, darkness you fight?

I have none of the answers,
Only the hope, love I spend
Pouring like September rain
Touches you, brings smiles again.

We have walked enough alone
Just pick up the phone;
Call, and I will surely come,
Like a rolling thunderstorm.

I strum this keyboard like
It was an instrument which might
Bring some endless delight,
I find it consolation again tonight.

I have lived life in words
So long, can we parse phrases,
Open our hearts in phases
Until we build a refuge, extraordinary.

I believe the impossible
Is a reach we can make, barriers break,
Construct a place for us both
If you let down the fences tough.

Falling, falling apart all around you;
Knowing I am not, but hoping I might –
Could I be a shining light
Into the pain, hurt, darkness you fight?

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Be Known

What I spy in us
The arrival of fond dreams
What tomorrow seems
The fulfillment of our means
Tied in the fabric of trust;
What will soon become
More than us apart, alone
Where we find our home
In the sharing – blood, breath, bone,
Who we may, are, shall – be known.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan