Category: Photography

Days Like This

Days like this are rare,
Precious, sweet, and unique,
When life serves one up
I try to treasure it well
Because I have known deep pain.

I have seen my best
Snatched away in stray moments
Glory days destroyed,
I pray today may herald
A stream of unbroken joy.

I am not all calm,
Excitement fills me brimming,
But shadow has run
And I am lighted with joy
Maybe, love will be and grow.

There is enough love
Within me to chase sadness
Away, but he makes
It easy to forgive myself
For being a wild-child free.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

My apologies for spacing on this, but I wrote it on my phone.

As a prompt, create something about a recently experienced happiness. Bonus points if you show it reignited hope.

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Before and After

This is my improvised standing desk where I write longhand, draw, doodle, and create. Lots of the results you see here develop there. It has been in that state for about three years. Tonight I brainstormed a solution to it looking so thrown together.

I had this King-Size quilt and sham set, prbably for twenty years. I did a litlle rearranging, fitting, and I think the results are decent.

© Jo Ann J A Jordan

Quantum Entanglement

You saw me right here
So did the stranger over there,
At the exact same time;
All without my knowing.
She said she knew me,
I said, “Are you certain?”
In Germany, for ten years,
As a teacher, while she was there.
“You must be mistaken, I was here.”
Her brows raised, “No, it was you,
I could never forget you.”
Not the first time, but disturbing.
I lost someone who believed
I was not truthful when
I tried to explain how disorienting
Were the encounters and my life
As I knew it, not coinciding.
I can see sometimes between
The woven ins and outs of
Our reality in ways others may not
Because my mind does differ.
Perhaps I step in between
Not consciously, but as
I can attest the mind is very adept
At functions beyond understanding
Of even the one experiencing.
People are vast, more complex,
Than can be readily intuited.
There is such a lot beyond what
We can begin to process
And only marginally comprehend,
As it was God’s right to intend.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2020.08.11 Mom in Granny Dress rr

There are days when life sends shrapnel through my heart and tries to disintegrate my mind. Missing my Mom today is on that scale.

The poem was of a situation in Sam’s Club one day a while back. Before, we all became strangers in masks. It was not the first. The title comes from the spooky motion at a distance of entangled particles. If it can happen to particles, maybe it happens with humans. I do not know. I just know people tell me I was somewhere I was not from time to time and that they are confident it was me.

As a prompt, create something about an instance where you were told something about yourself that you cannot explain. Or, if you wish, make up a situation where you apply science to your life in an iffy way, and create something.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan