Fiber Lives

This is us
You and me
Spirits riding
The wires.
Participants
In Global
Society
To the
Ninth
Degree.
We are hung
Between
Earth and Sky,
Becoming
Detached
From what
Some call
Reality.
Still, it is
In these
Hours
Many find
Strength
To endure,
In interaction
With temporal
Strangers,
Who are
Cyber friends.
The lines
Wired,
Screens,
Love or
Hate,
Friends
And Foes,
There are
Few ways
To let go
The life
Within
This realm
Digital,
Technology
Wins the hour
Abides,
Attenable.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt

Photography has become ubiquitous. Take a photo, create something projected from your image. Words may be best in this instance.

Indirection

©Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

He drew me, a bug,
Thinking myself to squash, hush,
He discovered me
Not as he believed, understood,
Full of energy and love.

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Scared to be
In proximity
Because we
Once meant
Each to the other
Meaningful worlds
Beyond reality.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt

What signifies relationship and forgiveness to you? Create writing or art to portray your view.

Touch

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

The waves we
Make
The disturbance
On the surface
Are
Only evidence
Of
Existence.
We are
Distant,
Leaving
Imprints,
Dropping keys,
But
Those are
Not us; we
Transcend
Reality.
We are
Everything:
Hope,
Joy,
Life,
Love,
Make our
Victory
In God’s
Economy;
In and out
Of time,
Space,
Eternal
As story.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

As a prompt: Consider your place in the universe, consider your impact on the planet, consider your beliefs, write something that packages that without any doubt.

Edges Off { Haiku }

We have only this
To spur us onward, great love,
Plus, beneath us, dust.


A heart gains passion,
For what exists eternal,
Beyond its knowledge.


Light up the moment
With incandescent joy, love,
A fire set above.


All my needs I bring
To Jesus Christ, my sovereign King
Who rules all present.


Sometimes one laughs like
Tears never existed, though
The trails track one’s face.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt: Above are haiku, follow the rule of syllables 5 – 7 – 5 in your lines and write some too.

A Voice, Recalling

When we lose someone, we lose a world. Like pulled dandelions, what we shared no longer grows, and memories begin their inexorable progression toward erasure.

Loss is not a welcome thing, but the world relies on change to bring new worth. We are only brief figments here on earth.

I remember playing with the cigar box full of marbles as a child. They were of different sizes, colors, like jewels to me. I made them families, heroes, nobles, gave them ages, dispositions, names. One would sit in the hole on the clipboard’s clip and tell the others what to do. Each globe would, in the different voices I contrived and assigned, live life in child-time.

When my son was small, I got him Weebles with their cute rounded bodies and affable faces. It occurs to me today why I preferred Weebles to the other brand: the marbles influenced me.

What life deposits in our hands, heads, hearts, pockets, shoes, we may not recognize until some complexity pulls it into mind. The sea awash within a brain is a many furrowed swell; the trenches have their heads and tales to tell.

I am not fond of goodbyes. Usually, it is me who must go away, and life goes on ever else. Death, though, is another story. All that is left to hold are anecdotes, pictures, memories we wrote. The pain is like a hammer to the brain, the million shards left of the heart; together, these foist into life oceans of tears. Even as the years go by, there are days when all fails, but the sobs that will not stop.

I would go back to the marbles if I could, but they left my inventory’s grasp somewhere in the years. Like so much along the way, I only have recollections of what I believe was yesterday. Without artifacts, there are questions, questions arresting and bold.

Today is, we can
Maybe, make a memory
Shining beautiful,
So the mind will forever
Keep it safely untarnished.

Reading books can be a treasure of inspiration.

As a prompt, take something you are reading, pick a phrase, let it marinate in your consciousness. Then write until your soul exhausts the subject, at least for a time.

Gratitude List

I am thankful:

I am here; there were many near misses.
I still learn and am teachable.
Technology astounds, confounds, and fascinates me.
Color adds so much to our lives.
Electricity keeps the world going on.

If we all work together separately, we can bring the world into a state of art. Creativity is a portion of love.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan