Category: Poetry in Forms

Plain Speak?

When one employs verse with its vividities, though it speaks with particular clarity, is it plain? Ah, and is the clarity only a surface seeming with oceans beneath?

These tidbits for your appetite…

The tall tired trees trail
Tails of golden gilded leaves
On chilled coffee morns
While wholesome whimsical loves
Share songs sang subtly soft.

*****

No one told the dove
To cry, nor made her fly by,
But mourning brought her.

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Leave your wide window
For the world has more to give
Than vision through glass.

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Can we just forget
Such necessities as need
Once made us believe?

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If I could, I would
Divorce pain, but it remains,
Losing love leaves stains.

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Forbid you might see
The lake of sad darkness here;
Scented roses, Spring.

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When I am dead/gone
I shall sleep enough to please
Those I now disturb.
Until then, please allow me;
Simple curiosity.

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Exile, I outlaw
You use it, when we belong,
But powerless to curtail
You because of we two there
Is no doubt you are stronger.

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I cast a carpet,
Lovely woven silken threads,
Because your comfort
Was my complete intention,
Ordure you wiped upon it.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

As a prompt, try some haiku or tanka. They are small forms but can say much and invoke beauty or emotion. Also, both are excellent warm-ups for more strenuous writing.

I hope your week has been comfortable and that life has brought you more pleasantry than pain. Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. If you like, follow the site, or come again as time allows. May blessings find you wherever you venture, and you know the love of God with you.

 

CATALYST

Catalyst is a word I have always admired. Being a collector of words, it is a marvelous one.

I live alone with a Marvelous Monster Wookie and a Triple Trouble Tribble. You might guess where they got their renamings. There are abundant reasons for the adjectives before their names, but that is not the purpose of this missive. Be it here said, I love my dogs.

I should be sleeping, but sometimes things go unexpectedly awry. I was sitting in my bed with my knees propped on a pillow after walking almost 26,000 steps and doing about 45 minutes of weight work for my upper body, plus some aerobics during the day. I laid my tablet on which I was reading eBooks aside. I made the miscalculation of picking up my journal and an Apogee. At that juncture, all sleep plans fled to somewhere beyond Pluto.

I am most lovingly called, an Agent of Spiraling Chaos, by someone dear who has known me quite a while. There are reasons for this nickname. Maybe one being, I am incredibly unpredictable a large portion of the time.

I could have waited until daylight to get all this in the computer and on Haphazard Creative, where you may read it, but somehow that did not feel right. Thus, here we are, hang on, this is CATALYST. Hang in too, because this is a bit all over.

Spare me your pity
Life rises round, and I join
The blooming of days.

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Lying here next to you
Only breaths separate us
Vibrant as a garden we are
Enough to embrace joint futures.

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I would be the bridge
From the most desperate pain
To living again.

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Though it is a war
I do not run from battle
Here, alive to win.
I celebrate, smile, laugh, grin,
Lick the depressions, reach zen.

*****

What are you reading?
Which books do you recommend?
I have a list, deal?

*****

Impossible is
Not in my vocabulary,
Miracles happen!

*****

Describe your best dream,     (I will wait)
Now, make it your present goal,    (Time waits for no one)
Believe it, do it…      (You have the potential to do anything)
No excuses, you have lived    (Without your dream)
Beneath yourself much too long.      (You are beloved, you deserve happiness)

*****

Failed beyond belief?
Stop digging the ditches now,
Plant all the flowers.

*****

See, I told you, this needed to get here now. I know I would not have been given it, but there was a reason.

Serotonin and endorphins, not reading all the harmful toxicity of social media, music, which is medicine for the soul, reading excellent literature, and this is what I got. I am going to rest in my thought that it is exceptional.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

Notations

– Wanting myself easy, I have come to avoid the fall, but LOVE can tackle a person out of nowhere. Roving, it takes lives captive, adding music, romance, conversation – only satisfied when everything changes.
– Maybe it stays, or maybe going, it takes everything.

*****

Fear takes me over
I can hardly be, because,
I doubt who is me.

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Sometimes I feel LOST
As a plane uncontrolled in
Flight over ocean.

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LOVE is all I know
The world, people, time, all things 
To be now, this life.

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There are loose jottings like these in different places all through my spaces, and there are poems that, for some reason, fail to make it here. Often that is because I become afraid to present the whole of me. I do have a wee problem with paranoia. Sometimes though, I let the prancers dance out of their blinds. You get random access to the musings hidden between the discord in my mind.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Up and Out

2020.07.16 Lilies rr

Life consists of those
Things we choose, both good and bad,
We, daily authors
Write our stories, willing hands,
Never knowing the endings.

Looking up to God
We recognize some purpose
More significant –
Than simple independence
Setting only personal goals.

A concern for those
Who enter our days and lives
Has us reaching out
To make an impact, a change,
Capable of causing good.

Our hearts reach out for
The benefit, comfort, aid of
Others who we help;
Our souls reach up to Heaven
To grasp our meaning, reason.

Up and out, cannot
Go wrong, we long for much more
Than in ourselves held,
Spirit unfolds such answers
Service feeds many a need.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan