Yellow Flowers

The quiet does not always
Speak its mind, but hides
What it guesses in another
Rhyme set among the grasses
Decorated by lovely dandelions
Whose heads are lopped off
By progressive mowers
Who winnow down and control
The growth of pesky weeds
So they may not encroach
On the uniformity of lawns.
The tenders are sanctioned
By the owners who see such
Service as a particular grace
Nature having to be restricted
Or it will capture all, everything,
In its fervid path of degeneracy.
Wildflowers though possessing
A subtle beauty are unwelcome
As opinions that rise unpopular
In a culture of conformity
Where most every sound, note,
Joins the harmonious refrain
Chosen by those who can afford
To pay the cost of player voices
Repeating carefully designed lines
Popularized over hemispheres
To keep the people in their places
Everywhere, all the time.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2020.07.13 Dandelion for YF rr

Life For Life

A child in womb, life,
The reason to stand and fight,
A separation
Of purpose, but will to bear,
A child brought hopeful through fear.
Always devoted
Despite trials, battles, high costs
Give and give again
Because love is, does, happens,
Believes, continues, best makes.
Some days years later
When despair encroaches, sears
Body, mind leaving,
The child reaches out, calls to
Account, encourages life.
The realization
What is forged together can
Abide all hardship
Be a saving grace, carry
Forth the ones who will remain.
No other heart touches
The willingness to survive
Like one brought to life,
And unbreakably bonded
With endless familial love.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

As a prompt, create something that reflects the dynamic of a significant relationship.

I am struggling with myself over continuing this practice. It seems I have little influence or impact, and despite that usually being a millennial concern, it is mine too. I fail to know if I should keep putting in the effort. I am fighting my crisis mode of retracting from everything.

It has been good being here while it lasted. All the best to all of you. May God bless you with prosperity, good health, and your fondest desires.

2020.07.09 Weeds at Ramp rr

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

Dystopia

I have this feeling
Creeping up from my cold feet
I am staring back

Creases on my brow
Keep growing with dull repeat
Of the news, I hear,
There is a revolution
I am caught in it, the retorts.

People falling down,
I will go without any
Pressure, lightly push.

Ice rink roundabout
Skates slipping on fuming tears
Not frozen, hot blood,
Lust, love, what is answering
The donkey or howling mutt?

The limelight can burn,
Like a flambeau set too close
Taking down the tent.

Nothing matters here,
Except I never ignore
Love is the reason;
Gunshots are just a symptom,
Of the virus, the malaise.

Love paints the portrait,
Rebels cut it down, rubbish,
The ashcan again.

Who I am, you are,
No invoice, no guarantee,
Ticket, play the game,
Sometimes it all runs aground,
No one tastes Heaven, a loss.

Still, racers will chase
Heavy lathered off the track
No turn, going back.

Every day a death
The dream left alone, uncaught,
Walking in deep snow
Left hanging over water,
Because one end is not enough.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I found a Playlist that seemed to move me in a sorta way. Lots of Bowie in it, and he always turns my brain.

Maybe I will come back with something sweet. I hope you are well. If you like it here at Haphazard Creative, consider following the site, or returning as you will.

As a prompt, set up some music you seldom listen to, maybe from an earlier period, then let it lead you wherever you are taken. Create something.

2020.07.08 Stairs rr

Lowercase Hours, Days

I begin to long
For those lowercase hours, days,
When the news was not
Filled with terror, loss, such deep
Human costs; lives we treasured.
Death gone viral, cuts
Us at every corner, blood,
Poisoned by a virus, taken
Needlessly by actions
Unconscionable.
Headlines, commentators, debaters
Shouting in contention for attention
The racket drowning out needed
Silence, senses stirred with no
Intention to abstain and seek
Relief.
Uppercase the months
Hasting in lockstep go by
We see with open eyes
Recognize all the calamity
The vivid insanity
We cannot deny and cry
For the love that we hold –
The world we knew
The things we never thought
Were precious that now
Live in the past we cannot regain.
More lowercase days, maybe,
Are slumbering in a corner
Peaceful,
Where the sun and shadow
Perfectly balance allowing
Moments to dream up a future
Where we are aware and
Prepared to be braver than
Ever before, appreciating life
As irreplaceable and worth
Striving to create through
Love and imagination
In optimum days when we mix
Excitingly all cases of hours, days.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2020.07.01 Chairs resize

America, oh America

Step lively all you
Support our brave America
Come forward and stand
For love of every people
Let not your heart turn aside.
Trouble is brewing
Strife is almost everywhere
Something we must do
However, you are leaning
To your convictions, be true.
Vote! Let us not fail,
For the love of our country,
Make sure your ballot
Is cast surely as best you
See fit, further freedom’s ring.

Will you, dear reader, do
What you should needfully do?

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2020.06.30 Floral Vase resize