The Best Time to Start

Entry Ten – 2023 Creativity Project

Photography – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

You know when you go to place an order on Amazon, and you realize you want THE ITEM placed in your presence immediately, only yesterday. This sort of occurrence happens to, I suppose, everyone at one time or another.

Happening is evermore infinite, occurring in place and time – past, present, and future.

There is, somewhere, something, an intangibility to our reality, which is almost always on the edge of what we grasp. Maybe poets are extraordinarily aware that reaching the ethereal is an opportune possibility. Of Creativity, perhaps Poetry sits on a plane, sphere, somewhat of its own making. The visions conjured in a way incomprehensible and unique but calling out to be written. A wordly wizardry juggled like bubbles blown by a unicorn.

Nothing is impossible because everything is variable. Artistry caught on a cellphone like a castle composed of air articulated by An Agent of Spiralling Chaos captured on a string not quite relative in theory.

Like this scrap from long ago:

Somewhere on the edge of tomorrow,
Somewhere  on the verge of yesterday,
Somewhere in the past, we don’t remember,
Somewhere not of Earth, far away.

Somewhere there are songs we were singing,
Somewhere there are rhymes that we made,
Somewhere on the edge of tomorrow,
Somewhere on the verge of yesterday.

The verses are like a found artifact that never entirely becomes but is nonetheless something recognizable.

Ah, what teenage girls dream in quickly vanishing moments. Something of beauty not to be caught in amber. Yet, now existent in the material, making meaning to sentient beings doing what we glean as living.

PROMPT: Use some found article in your environment as a catalyst for creation. You are a creature able to manifest greatness.

Gratitude:

1. Possibility
2. Opportunity
3. Creativity
4. Agency
5. Imagination

My fondest thanks for your presence here today. May something have enlightening potential for you. If it suits your fancy comment, follow, like, and share with others who you believe might realize some compatibility with the compositions and complications here.

May living enrich your being infinitely. Blessed be in each exploration, momentarily.

Always & Ever,
Jo Ann

Alas, and Away

You wanted me once,
It was already too late
You were walking out
The door on your way elsewhere
Falling for somebody else.
I always wanted
You from the first, beginning,
Like a childhood crush
Way, way overdone, too much;
Love, still falling into you.
Now, so far away
Living, we are avoiding
Any chance to see
One another because, here,
Love holds us close together.
Keep on, keeping on
Apart from being with me
Go on; you stay free
By this late date, you might find
My heart has left you behind.
I have to remind
Myself, I am doing fine
On my own – alone
This love just a memory
Never a reality.
Still, keep yourself there
Stay away now; only fair,
Because ah, perhaps
I could be somehow convinced
You have a place for me, us.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Friday, November 4, 2022

Nobody needs another broken-hearted love poem, dangling on, like yesterday. It’s what all the best people say, anyway. However, I have enough love left over to keep writing these things, forever.

So forgive me again, for this time, when the night could not keep me in check, I wrote it. Whatever did you expect? No, you know better; you should see the letters. Together, no never, but love unrequited, it is remarkable as a dream, in deep Winter, of Spring bringing its breezes.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan 11/04/2022

Fight Song

The Great Divide
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Never Giving Up

We have the hard hurt down
Knocking us roughly around
But we keep reaching higher
Trusting God to lift us out,
Because Jesus is stronger 
Than every personal storm,
He has been fighting longer
Than we have ever known.
Our Lord, what he has begun,
He will never desert
He fights against our hurt,
Tears may often fall
But Christ hears every call
He will be with us, exceeding
Each need throughout eternity.
Our struggles shall not be lost
Jesus paid our debt upon His Cross
He counted our lives
Worth sacrifice at any cost,
We can stand with Him
When our lives are most grim;
Our Savior will come again
He will gather us all in
He promised a home with Him.
Come now, each who has trouble
Jesus will gladly meet our needs
When we place our trust in Him. 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Saturday, September 17, 2022

When days try to beat us, we have a Redeemer. I am thankful that Jesus Loves me, even in my desperation.

I pray you find strength in Him to weather every storm. He is greater than everything that attempts to harm us.

2022.05.09. Monday. Day 129. Project Creativity

03:08 PM

Not Luck

I was sitting in
A swamp turned out and over,
Lightning crashed, hard down,
I was almost forever drown
Tears were overcoming me;
Then a cry arose
Clarion against my foes,
Sounding like a rose
Banner wrapping me within
Telling me begin again.
Never forsaken –
Come now, new heart, awaken
To a ground safe, firm,
Rock, I may stand complete on
The Beloved beckons, come.
Treasure hidden bright
Revealed in Love’s sterling Light
Abandon the night
Day brilliant invites delight
Heed the sweetest voice calling –
Redemption,mercy,
Abounding, amazing grace,
Sudden about-face
Into arms held wholly wide,
All fear spirited aside.
Severe hurt confide
Those things hidden inside
Pain, deep oxidized,
No more jeopardy – set free,
Found, restored, life’s sanctity.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt:
Can you rhyme or illustrate similarly? Create!

Gratitude:
Music avec autoplay.

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07.May.2022. Saturday – Project Creativity

Another House

This novel…
We’ve been writing
Over these many years,
It seems maybe more like
A collection
Of disparate stories,
Playing a soundtrack
Yours and mine –
The music,
Not the voice,
We just hit a groove
Wicked and smooth,
Winning –
Ah, loose like tigers
Jungle bait,
Antelopes far-fetched,
Can you make
The lesson
Stick like darts
On the dress, never
Worn, given out
With drinks
Not ours to consume.
Still, I know,
Some assume,
Illusions dispelled
Yet and soon,
Together forever
In miles set apart
Known, each
And ever
By heart.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

This bit of riff is brought to you by listening to VooDoo Lounge, courtesy of The Rolling Stones.

Prompt: What music do you create with? Turn it up, LOUD! Find yours.

Stranger and not, the things that happen when I sit in the dark.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan