Facing Forward

Willing to brave fire
For acquiring more peaceful
Circumstances in
Whatever the future may
Intend to provide for us.

Freezing beneath skies
Bled of almost all color
Hanging a ceiling
Above every detail shown
In those faces, come and gone.

All that fades away
Gives no notice of intent
To leave absence, holes,
In places where reality
Should always remain intact.

Courage does not mean
We are strong, but only shows
We get up, go on
Even when the odds settle
Against us unyielding, real.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Departing – Run

The roses in my
Tomb bloom with little violence
Crimson as innocent blood;
I realize others are
Insecurely fragile as well.
This life
Is living proved
Without consequence beyond
The limit of thought
Within minds much overwrought;
Where love requires vacation.
Once solid shelter from storms
Becomes a tantrum,
Storm, its own, without control
Each issue written larger.
Isolation is
A rock in the cityscape
Sudden harsh breaking,
Force unleashed to destroy all,
But tattered souls in shadow.
Putting together
Strength remains monumental,
For teaching oneself
Swift to walk on, abandon,
When patience begs, continue.
Stately dragon lies
Upon ashes, abject ruin,
Indeed the phoenix will not
Rise because hope has farther
Flown than ever before known,
Death, dying, fear, sadness roost.
Still, the sky above
Declares itself an instrument
Of God’s inception,
A ceiling painted with wonder
Under which humans flourish.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Tiny Tidy Bits

Sadness – written in
Shades of shadow, black and gray,
No way to escape


The music plays, songs
To lift weary hearts, giving
Hope enough to live.


Profuse the lilies
Blooms coloring everything
With smiles, happiness.


Borrow the chatter
Of the squirrels chasing round
A filled bird feeder,
You might find greater delight
Than sitting alone tonight.


Someone left the doors –
Wide-open to delight my heart,
Love, smooth, sauntered in.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

These are my brand of haiku and tanka. I always have fun with counted syllables. Sometimes, the truth will take a chunk out of you when you work with these because being constrained seems to give the mind some ease with content.

Prompt: If you feel inclined, write some haiku and tanka of your own.

My appointment on Monday went exceptionally well.
I am reading some great books.
I went to Aldi and got some food.
Having my little piece of real estate on the internet.
I keep trying even when I am discouraged.

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Have an excellent downhill slide to the weekend. God bless and keep you always.


I do not like my attitude
Because the more sheltered,
Fragile, aloof, undone, I become,
Shunning the very who
“I am” without answers enough
To continue discourse, going on.
The blanks on the form, incomplete,
My chapters – scattered pages,
Ransacked by a masked bandit,
Spouting platitudes, cruel absurdities,
And a following merciless wind.
I puzzle, is there reason to
Gather the shattered parcels
Beginning again, or static flowing,
Starting over from wherever
This desolate evocation may lead?
Exhaustion holds, reigns, a tyrant,
Denying will, energy to
Accomplish anything more than
Lying hidden under a patchwork
Become the basis of my identity.
No, no one wishes to know anything
Less than living aglow with joy,
Shiny, lately seemly, outfitted
In the precious, finest, able
To overcome, become a winner.
No lodging for suffering through,
Toiling to bail what has sunken,
With trouble, misuse, neglect.
Resurrections are only for long ages
Gone, because no one knows how
Love, the price for raising dead
And dying can be suitably applied,
The parts lost once meant
To play victory, wandered far astray.
Today fades within a moment
Into the garlanded past, yesterday.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Let / Allow

Being who we are
Differing brands, similar
Objects – perfectly
Fit for individuals,
Uniquely ourselves
Alignments given
No promises made,
But to live
Lovingly, kind,
Comfort in loneliness
Given appropriate season.
Then perhaps
There comes a time
To set free, let go,
Hearts beating
Separately distract,
Detract from
The rhythm of life,
Going we realize –
We remain open
To the opportune
Moment that may
Arrive unannounced.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan