Heart Sent

Facing the world, well,
Again I would forego it,
But whatever is
Meant for me, I will do it,
Hiding cowardice away.

Who I am will not
Limit me, overcomer,
I have the costume,
The hair though may go its way,
No one is perfect, they say.

I can pray, pray, pray,
Still, I have to get out of
My way, accept LOVE,
Live the dreams, fully alive;
The future’s curtains open.

All longings become
Belonging, creating, now
A moment sublime,
Time no longer mastery;
Experience, truth convenes.

What we see, how it
Means is deeper expressed in
Who we can transform,
Over years, ourselves, to be
Nothing permanent forever.

Facing the world, well,
Again I would forego it,
But whatever is
Meant for me, I will do it,
Hiding cowardice away.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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Contradiction of Form

Living wild freedom
Only present within art
Forced to entertain
By a notion, most unknown,
But making poetics home.
Aware it will end,
Probably outside wishes
Still chasing each word
Developing all meanings
Creating because one must.
Lingering between
The infinite and finite
Exploring remains,
Tying up loose ends, setting
Them on wayward paths again.
Words, images, thoughts
Straying off to abandon
The poem, mystery.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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The Rescue

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Feeling lost, needing,
Someone to reframe the days;
An arresting face
On a screen held hopeful page,
Manic trip, hastily made.
The signs of danger
All presented open there
But the final op,
It had to come to a stop,
The power of choosing one.
Every day became
An infirmary visit;
Bandages, creams, ice,
The spirit willing, flesh weak,
Survival, frightful gamble.
Time has its slow ways
Gradually over days
Many and often
Passing the beast began to
Behave, cleave, love, mellow, trust.
Some moments life is
A cruel play on body, mind,
Sweet cuddle closeness
Can mitigate darting pain
Rescuing a mortal need.
Seasons run swiftly
But joy can lift magically,
Rescue beings freed.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

The Wookie and I still have our moments, but we love.

 

Fragments of Mind

I was up early and these doodles came out my noodle.

Morning comes chirping
Alive, rousing the senses,
Brightening the mind.

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Who we are is not
In question, when solving for
X one assumes Y.

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When given blessings
Beyond imagination,
God is no concept
His agency becomes real
As every footstep’s echo.
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You do not know,
I cannot tell you, but
The change is miraculous.
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Bad when you write in
Poetic lines without thought,
Lyric entrances.
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In case no one told
You lately, you are treasured,
A unique blessing.
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That fire you doused with
Gallons, the embers remained,
Caught and blazed again.
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I need you like waves
Need the shore to remind them
Here go, but no more.
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Sometimes people fail
To realize love has its
Own devices, it
Cannot be metered or
Taken out of its choice lines.
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What a miracle
Is a child who comes needing
You, but saves your life.
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Redemption is not
A one time process, daily
It becomes again.
*****
Doodling in words
Just finding this and that
In the attic blest.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
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Tanka and Haiku (Again)

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Balancing Heaven,
Earth with kindness, love, prayer,
Know God’s blessings
Graciously bestowed upon
Us will always continue.

*****

Life is a blessing
Given every one of us
To cultivate love
Filtered by grace into each
Situation we may face.

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Music is living
The everyday, everything,
Holding loving hearts.

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Love is a challenge
We take eyes open, minds full,
Giving all we have.

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You are giving me
The heart to face life again,
A swan on water.

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Most believe life flows,
Wherever it must take us,
A breeze through treetops.

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When hope becomes all
You possess, nothing real much
Matters anymore.

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Extraordinary –
Alone, is a desert wasteland,
With you, a garden
Bountiful, delightful, lush,
We find ourselves, then others.

*****

I hope creation is going well for all of you. May you be blessed with inspiration.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan