Cognition

What is harder than diamonds,
But fuels like coal?
The blatant disregard
We have for the dear things
Held sacred within people’s souls.
Often, we, unknowing
As a freshly diapered babe
Are only in ourselves given to see
What shines, brilliantly bright,
Though around us circle
Unnumbered universes of light –
Revealed in eyes that announce
Narratives of creation, creativity,
Inspiration, independently sourced.
We unthinkingly rush
In
Abhorrent uniform to wreak
Havoc with demands to conform –
The mountains, oceans, sky,
Beg, please have mercy on
Everyone, see, hear, know
All are brief and majestic,
Passing flowers of eternity.
We never exist alone, galaxies,
Civilizations, populations
Are inherently our home.
No strangeness is too strange,
For love survives all vexation,
Bringing reflections of potentiality.
Remember everything, every –
One of us is striving to graduate
To higher realms of becoming,
Being, meaning, which cannot
Block out or isolate the present.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Life Applied

Doubt drives, boring a hole, through
The midst of dedicated lives searching
For fortunate answers, viable ideas,
Told in the harmony of truths,
Caught fast in the discord of loss.
We can open ourselves –
Gift one another with reality
Wash deception away with positivity
Discover the best of who we are –
Building value into each heart, soul.
Dancing as we are joyful,
Hugging when we need support,
Facing our dragons together,
Rising like Phoenixes from the ashes
Where nearly slain, we conquered pain.
No weapons fatal required, but reason,
Wisdom studied, prepared, applied,
Freely shared to light a path through
Spaces inhabited by shades of darkness
Securing the light of generosity, kindness,
Love to every area, corner, portion,
All quarters where precious humanity
In gorgeous beauty survives on Earth.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Life – Window Panes

The grass, sky, trees are
Without us freely growing,
Notice we rarely give to
What they might require,
They are and will always be.
What about creatures such as
Are we? Constantly complicating
Everything we are becoming
And who we were before;
Wanting, needing, asking more.

Dogs know life, it loves them,
Such diversity, specialization,
A wolf in all the lines, blood,
Hunger, thirst, making puppies,
Eliminating, sleeping to while away
Moments remembering tomorrow
With bright eyes, attentive ears, floppy,
Wagging tails, living life, dogs prevail.

Here we doubt all there is, even
What is not, we place puzzles to
Cause confusion, misinterpreting
The illusions we support as fact;
Looking forward, facing focused back.
No one knows because the power –
Within us is scaled down, rerouted,
To that which we cannot comprehend
Not visible, beyond the touch of hands.
Ideas espoused, but unreflected in
The materials arrayed before us;
The grass, sky, trees – integrity, love, life.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt: Create something commenting on life from diverse angles, brought together in completion.

Purposefully

Where the dream falls apart
And our pieces are gathered
Though there be stormy weather
One finds what is hidden – matters –
In the days, events, times given,
A beauty of souls, phenomenal part.
Here to premiere such talent,
Extremely important, past, now,
The time we are sore prepared to welcome
But must live, learning to steer the craft,
Leaning so the raft not capsize
Plunging us to be molested by the waves
Uncaring influence, with due diligence
We enter the depths altogether surrounded.
There exists no up, no down, and prayer,
We cry, hoping we find grace in
A timely, beneficial reply – though –
In a heartache, we wonder if in wandering,
We each turned too far aside, too insensitive,
For the Lord in His mercy to arrive,
Make His presence known for one,
Alone, if it matters, this life to abide.
How we must each together
Summon the gumption to recall –
One is never only, all creation,
Every population supports who
We trust ourselves to be,
We must learn the lesson, LOVE,
Is greater than individuality –
The Fruit of God – purposefully.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Close Enough

The rain falls down
Your hand in my pocket, warm,
Somehow we have to
Get ourselves out of the storm,
The umbrella comes between
The closeness that should
Forever be you and me.

It is not our grandparent’s
Wonderful life, we must be careful
Round here, to succeed, to survive.

Fires, they rage, so wild,
Out of control, gotta set up –
Some smoke control,
Breathing gets harder, exerts,
Until it almost sets up hurt,
Clouds on the horizon, but no,
It is the fire’s dark exhaust.

It is not our grandparent’s
Wonderful life, we must be careful
Round here, to succeed, to survive.

Screaming fills in the streets
One says this; another speaks that,
Someone with matches, pyromaniac fun,
The other has a gun in a pocket, heat,
That one has a knife in a boot, treat,
Control fled, no one knows how to live
Everyone is subject to being dead.

It is not our grandparent’s
Wonderful life, we must be careful
Round here, to succeed, to survive.

Your hand in my pocket,
Please do not let me go,
This world is a desolation,
Join me in the isolation
Check the windows, the doors,
No egress for strangers
Can we now possibly afford.

It is not our grandparent’s
Wonderful life, we must be careful
Round here, to succeed, to survive.

Who have we finally become
Who cannot communicate,
Cannot show respect enough
To avoid a world that deteriorates?
Where did the love go, tell me,
We are all in this together,
If not, we will likely all fall.

It is not our grandparent’s
Wonderful life, we must be careful
Round here, to succeed, to survive.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan