Persona

A pebble covered
In the dead gray ashes left
Behind in the wake
Of a spectacular blaze
Only found with difficulty.
Yes, the description
Fits the personality,
But also the crimson
Bloom coming into focus
As the morning fogs disperse.
The wind challenging
The sea to charge on faster
Beating back boulders
Who were placed at such mercy
Before Earth gained memory.
The knowledge captured
In the words become magic
Given life, light, love
A testimony traveled
From an ever questing heart.
Guessing character?
One so well a familiar
A simple delight,
Given heart, soul, grown bolder
Recognized, now, poetry.

This is in answer to the prompt at Poetic Asides today.

Ambushed by Time

2020-03-22_Ambushed by Time

Missing

It is every day,
Lived, absent your toothbrush in
The cup by the sink,
The cooking a tragedy
One meal a problematic measure,
Eating alone, emptiness,
Indigestion, unpleasant;
The house a hollowness
An echo chamber where
Your laugh almost erupts,
But no, your grin has departed,
A vacancy, no sale, no rent,
The days and nights a hazy daze.

***

His being so rare
A tremble of vocals sure,
Might never have been.

***

The quality of
Light, bare trees and fallen leaves,
Spring awaits entrance.

***

The diamond splatter
Of fresh shed, newly rendered
Tears touched, breaking hearts.

***

Today has been that day a writer dreams when words soar onto pages as if they are eagles taking wing. It is funny because, physically, I am fighting instability. I hope that some of what I have written has touched you as it has me. I am catching myself singing and smiling and being almost at peace.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Gatherings In

Our animals claim
Us for every moment shared
Then leave us only –
Broken, tearful, and lonely,
Because they became family.

***

Love is a wolf cub
Crying as its growth begins,
Howling when in need.

***

The darkest places
Only need a candle to
Bring them into light.

***

I counted all the things –
Realized what was most wanted
Could be found inside.

***

Know, nothing can stop
Those who believe impossible
Describes possibilities.

***

The woman who gives
Herself to others away –
Will need herself back.

***

Choose expenditures
With care as they determine
Future realities

***

The dawn swells before
It births into brilliant light,
Dispelling the night.

***

I imagine dreams
Of extraordinary things –
A life of love brings.

***

Two lives returning
To things once thought over, done,
Are newly begun.

***

Nothing unreal as
Doubt or fear can cause harm if
We refuse it room.

***

The roar of applause
Will hardly greet an entrance
But the wind may howl
With glee when outside we meet
Strangers making harmony.

***

I loved you from when
Until now and know somehow
I will love you then –
Loving you is forever,
Always, and with you again.

***

I do not know why
Rain reminds me of the time
When you were still mine.

***

I washed away stains
Left when the day departed,
The tears quite a waste.

***

If the sun’s light grows,
We must remember ourselves
Before love can show.

***

Broken building blocks
On the site of construction,
Foundation unsound.

***

We wanted to be
Living in each other’s skin,
But could not begin.

***

You bypassed my mind
Dove straight into the open
Space within my heart,
I became willing captive
Of your voracious desire.

***

They said, “You cannot,”
I flinched not believing it,
I continued to
Do whatever I could do –
No one can limit the truth.

***

These were haiku and tanka. I like counting syllables. It suits me, particularly with my relationship with arithmetic. Haiku are three lines 5-7-5 syllables. Tanka are five lines 5-7-5-7-7 syllables. If you have watched me a while, you might have noticed I join these in longe poems. I love a seven-syllable line, there is an endless possibility there. All this is play, just noodling, like doodles. It keeps me locked in time, that can be a challenge.

As a prompt, should you wish, write your own. Be warned, they can be addictive.

Breaking New

My sweet love, yes love,
We know it is forever,
If ever it be.

***

I thought you the best
But I had not seen the rest,
Still, you pass the test.

***

The glories of rhyme
I chase them all, every time,
Baby, hard to find.

***

You wonder about
Who I think I am, really,
Think it, being me.

***

There is need for sleep
There is creativity,
Sleep after I die.

***

Love is, I believe,
But love escapes my clutches;
It must remain free.

***

Sometimes I wonder
Was I born a poet, or
Did I catch thunder?

***

Time is a changing
I have no desire to spring
On forward. Why Ben?

***

Drinking water, man,
So tastefully plain and bland,
Coffee, turbo stand.

***

Not sure about this
But it is happening, so
Buckled for the ride.

***

Sometimes you cannot
See the truth of someone else,
They hide reality.

***

I have been experiencing a drought in the country of inspiration. It let go of a deluge after midnight. I was using the tablet. Sometimes it is a very wordy device. The only drawback is that I do not type on on-screen keyboards well.

When I got up, the tablet was completely dead. I never had that happen before. It has restored with charging.

I have continued this binge of writing and will doubtless share more of it. The remainder is in my journal.

Prompt: Try writing haiku, counted syllable poetry, counts: 5-7-5. These are very good warm-ups to other types of writing. It is a very old form and versatile.