Tanka (Creative Snapwrites)

In the heavy crush
Of the first hug shared in months
The body melted,
Sealed the emotion tight as
A letter’s envelope flap.

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Love, and hopes, and dreams,
The basis of everything
Real and exciting,
These call us back from deep sleep
Revive our lives, living greet.

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Some days writing is
All the wishes coming true,
Sweet answered prayer,
Others its works are gummed
With nails, staples, super glue.

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I have lived such dreams
Of you that it only seems
Right, here together,
I give because loving you
Makes mine a much better life.

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I am so pleased with the way my computer works now. I had limited my use of it because of slowness. Not anymore. I took the above photo at Callaway Gardens in between rainstorms during that day.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

When Becoming

Inside the self where
All the thrust resides and builds
As hunger occurs
There hide those sweet, warm pleasures;
The keeping of life throughout.
Facilitating
Creativity we each
Stand sometimes alone,
But loneliness is a free
Boundary designed to transcend.
Heaven’s gates not far
From we who contemplate soft
Sounds of quiet taste
Recommending love every
Cell can fully share abroad.
We do not succumb
To the devices some others
Place before our face
We react as freedom’s agents
Giving of the things needed
That all everyone
Has to accomplish aided
Each along varied paths
Reaching together we come
Into the lightened place
Where dreams are made our full truth
And love nurtures us.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Monday, May 25, 2020

Notes in Line O5/22/20

The face you can see
Is an open window to
The heart, mind, and soul,
But when you turn, walk away,
You block out the light of day.

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Maybe I cannot
Walk today because of pain,
But if I must crawl
To come beside, with, you here
It will be small price to pay.

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No one loves me, you,
As does the Savior who gave
Up Heaven for us,
Giving His life, sacrifice,
To buy us eternity.

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What seems so simple
Is the love finally found
Within friendship bound.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Sometimes I have things leftover in my journal that for some reason I did not share. These are some of those.

What May Be Proposed

I write certainly,
As if I have figured out
This relationship,
But the reality is
I just hope; I do not know.
Writing is a test
Of who I am or become
Each given minute
Pieces fill up splices where
They fit into arrangement.
What you see is not
Always exactly my thought
The words which I sought,
A page proves elemental
Blanked screen a crude genie.
No matter how long
I live, step into the place
There is no guarantee,
Anytime, I harness what
Phrases I must communicate.
The reader’s hungry
Heart, like a hoarding dragon
May desire richer
Fare than here I can provide,
I hope as I seek insight
The pen I wield owns magic
Its toil may aptly prevail
As I wish myself a wordsmith
All written words do never fail.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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Lark

The evident need
Such necessary want can
Shake all the senses
From ordinary moments
Toward a new ecstasy.
Where is paradise
But in love’s vibrant gaze?
The one who never
Blinks or looks away when words
Forbidden aloud we say.
If the body, soul,
Bared to curiosity
Is soon accepted
With tender assurance, touch,
Affection grows inasmuch.
Hearts render themselves
Willing to join, ignoring
Pain’s possibility
In order to gifts obtain
Of love’s dearest devotion.
The risk seems a price
Worth spending in completion
If it may secure
The love of another who
Delights life with happiness,
Need, want, become one apace
Welcoming beloved embrace.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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Every house, a home,
Each animal beloved,
All persons cherished,
The bellies kept fed and full,
No one left alone in dread.