Counted Syllabics

Knowledge is, is not
Secure enough for full trust,
Hidden remains, much.

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Strange, strange, and stranger
The games we all join and play
To avoid boredom.

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Finding it again
An unlikely happening
Still, we keep dreaming.

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There exist moments
Of which none possess knowledge
Even those present.

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Where did we find it?
How were we bound around it?
Why does it exist?
Though it guards it jealously –
Perhaps love knows the answer.

Prompt: I played with Haiku and a Tanka here. Should you wish, do some of your own.

Gratitude:
After days of shortage, I finally slept.
The gift of writing.
The gift of reading.
The presence of my dogs.
The luxury of time alone.

Blue

Blue of a crisp
Cloudless
Sky seeming
A rich robe
Wrapping
To a distant horizon.

Clouds encroach
Shedding plenteous
Tears rolling down
Spilling as lightning
Releases cries of
Intense thunder
Unleashing
The held hidden hostage.

Anxiety, doubt, fear,
Tension filter like
Torrential rain filling
A hole in reality;
Swallowing
It all benign in
An effort to become,
Become relevant.

Gardens grow vibrant
As rainbows, delicate
As butterflies winging
Across the bruised
Evening
As the sun slowly
Sinks, a vessel
No one can bail.

Relentless people
Compel stories told
Before grudgingly
Retiring into
Comforting downy
Covers whose cost –
An unknowable secret
Paid by those who
Gave enfolding safety
Out of the blue.

Prompt:

Take what time you will and free-write.
Keep going for the period you have chosen.
Do not worry over correctness; get the words out. You can come back later and edit.

Kept

Forbidden entrance
The remains
Though shattered
Survive, alive
With curiosity,
Wondering
How reason
Keeps pace when
Alone all is
Nothing.

A steady fall
Of rain
Washing recollection
Into ditches
Run with clay.

A deep ocean regret
Roars a forward tide
Booming a cave
Where mysteries
Like ghosts hide;
A twine of trellis
Roses with bloodied
Thorns
Upward climbs.

Language aspires
To expand intellect
With fine rhetoric;
Somehow
Encouraging noisome
Ravens to disperse,
Shades, shadows depart.

Love ransomed,
Life sparkles.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt: Create something about a circumstance you overcame or would like to go beyond.

theory

The story is not
Well-defined,
It remains out
Of space and real-time,
Set where we uneasy
May see things
Lent extraordinary.
Grappling with words
Unspoken
Rendered unclear, unsound,
Within open ears
Taking passive captive days
Created as a falling haze.
No magic, some say
But easy patter has ways
Folding thought snug away
To dive deeply into spume
Of non-local intelligence.
All caught within webs
Spun throughout – interwoven
Moments – imaginary,
Filling atmospheres with songs
Unsung, meditated on.
No other species – living –
Approaches linguistic feats
Performed by those who
Little more than crawling
Master,
The universe anxious waits
One and all abide
Connected with unseen
Meaning, the only invisible string
A theory of language, mind,
Everything, matters
Makes the telling clean.
LOVE in its rightful place
Speaking truth is well known
Gifting everyone dreams
Become real –
Celebrate?

Prompt: Read several things and run them through your mind’s processes, then create something.

Gratitude:
Getting laundry done.
Swelling is better in my jaw.
Organizing mail.
Writing.
Reading.

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Tanka Over, Again

The sword hangs above –
Mantel – put safely away,
But eyes caress it
Palms itch its hilt to hold, grasp
Power the blade promises.

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Right or Wrong, we can
Become who we mean to be
If we follow dreams
Which take us, loving, beyond –
Familiar habitations.

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Writing the wishes
No magic ever renders
For humans are free
Souls crave every destiny,
Love guiding all that will be.

Prompt: Do you tanka?