Life Partaken

Willing to admit
Life is difficult, can hurt,
But brave the storm surge,
Even when it is draining
The strength of every muscle.
Stifling those voices
Declaring all effort failure –
Living, judged worthless;
Rejecting embarrassment
When considered mistaken.
Remembering each
Victory and happening
Received cheerfully,
Believing more will occur
To offset the constant pain.
Being a human,
A fight, beginning to end,
Worth every teardrop;
Known as an overcomer
With God battling beside.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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Four Haiku

The day befalls like
A steady downpour of rain
Over whitecapped waves.


When the clouds gather
Bringing stormy weather near;
Look! The distance clears!


A pen in salute
Is more delicious than wine –
Edifying lives.


Love tenderly plays
Until the music made is
A graceful concert.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Storms Call

There is a storm
Brewing just beyond
This loneliness and
Moments when hearts
Connect in a flash,
Swift lightning
Becoming whatever
Is needed to set
Worlds colliding –
At peace, aright.
One calls it love
Another caring,
But the storm
Puts together
The need, the wanting,
Bodies, emotions,
The fading of day
The magic of night.
A hand joins another
No signals for stop
A celebration begins –
A deeper immersion
Finds transcendent delight.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Rumbles

When I think
About
Tomorrow
I hope that you
Are there
So we can
Together borrow
All the time, we share
Allowing little sorrow
In our lives, times,
To come near.


Sometimes who you are
Is precisely what the world
Needs to wake up love.


The plans made in time
Became a sheer dreamy kind
Of true written rhyme.


For this moment,
Yours and mine
Become together
Fused, entwined,
Defying fate,
We relate.


I probably fell
Into you much harder than
Ever I should have,
But you are a gift unwrapped,
In the middle of my storm.
Holding fast your hand
I face my days in rescue
From the wind and rain,
Constant change that tries to turn
Life inside-out, upside-down.
You spin me top-like
But only intoxicate
Me in the feelings
Arising when you are near
When you show your tender care.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

All these are separate but related. Sometimes times things come to me in fragments.

As a prompt, create several interrelated works. Let an emotion, idea, style, reason join them even loosely.

Turns Out, It Is True!

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

This morning at some point, 40,000 households in Douglas County, Georgia, serviced by GreyStone Power lost electrical service. It was after 2 am for me because that is when I went to bed. If you need proof I sleep like the dead; I did not know a thing about it. However, when I woke at 7:30 am, it was very dark. I plotted a path to the restroom with a flashlight and returned to bed.

‘The power will be on when I get back up,’ was my thought as I snuggled in. When I got up at 10:30 am, nothing electrical was working.

Usually, if I have a warning, I charge up everything and make sure I am prepared. This storm, at least for me, came out of nowhere. I do not have a weather radio due to harrowing previous experience with one in my past existence.

At 10:30 am, I was shaken and had nothing that was not sugary to eat. Even my cell phone would not work. You can key the scary music, because this is one of those situations where I am terrified.

I got in the Explorer and drove to the library. God must have known how bad I needed some people, because a young gentleman and lady asked me was it open after I had gone to the door. It was not. We talked a few minutes and agreed our cell phones were out, hers’ being Sprint and mine Boost, which uses Sprint’s towers. They were there to vote, and that was partly my purpose.

I went to town for food and ate at Del Taco’s outdoor table. I had to be where I could see people, even in cars.

I went to Sam’s Club and bought some dog food, drinks, and food. When I returned home – the power was still out. I had perishables in the refrigerator and freezer at risk, plus groceries I had just gotten. I cried and prayed and hoped.

Around 5 pm, the power came on. I have been loving my house and my things since. I have repeatedly said, “Thank you, God!” I am still without computers, but how sweet electricity is.

About that thing where everyone runs to the store to buy sandwich fixings and water, maybe milk, I get it now. Some things will teach you they are true. I got schooled today.

Do not let the weather catch you sleeping, as Boy Scouts say, “Be Prepared!”

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan