Grace Emplaced

Life takes blunders
Makes them wonders,
Unexpectedly bold
Never growing old.
Outlining hopes
Stowing away dreams,
Majestic, it elopes
With everyone, it seems.
If love presents
Passion invents,
Solid attraction
Complete reaction.
Magic starlight
Created by night,
Willing to change
Lives rearrange.
Fitful as a straying breeze
Consummate wanderers
Every experience squeeze
Expertly unto the handlers.
Creativity aligns
Each person those designs
Which stand tested in time,
Love giving divine signs.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Supply

As polish upon silver,
Love tacks on its price
Resisting efforts to avoid
What it knows, how a device
Works bodies scrambling
To find pathways from the void
Being alone bestows, a blanket
Everyone experiences, but shirks
On too steamy Summer evenings.
Hungry hearts rapidly beating
Remember sacrifices required
To actualize love, which long-buried
Sings all angels, creativity, an ocean
Riven from its depths to crash
An innocent on a rocky shore, no one,
No one can prevent love anymore,
From overtaking all now, before.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Forge

Creativity is a chain
Of solid gold smelted
Throughout lifetimes
But evidenced when
Time begins to test
Bonding links every day;
Deriving an understanding
Durable and yet fragile,
Indicating how to forge
Works which manifest
Such rapturous glory
Doves announce a viable
Quality of love exemplified
In skies embroidered by
Stars surpassing thoughts
Possible in mere mortal dreams.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Poeming

Poetry is hands quaking, love,
Nerves jittering, minds fishing
For the perfect words,
The most eloquent phrases,
Attempting to prise loose
Every superfluous jot
From lines while feeling
What lies written on the pages
Is already fine, best to be got.

Though brief, it indeed be
Each poem is an act
Courageous and beautiful,
A dream passed into the real
Sealed in feeling to reveal
Excellencies before hidden
In minds laboring alone
Delivering honest meaning
Investing in and ushering
Others beyond, perhaps home.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Mixed Verses

This story of yours
Does much good for everyone
Who needing it comes.

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What we remember
Is the love, care, support we
Find in another;
Relationships matter much more
Than all we acquire or do.

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Sometimes what you name
Things carries much less meaning,
Than reality.

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When the shadow falls
A monster of bloody hands
Seizing every plan
Wresting hope from us, away,
Injuring with cuts, deeply,
Words rationed, kept back,
No mending, wounds keep bleeding,
Hidden depths, no light.

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Living in real-time
Is a challenge every day
Minutes go astray,
Even when trying these hours
The current causes swift drift.
Gauging the passage
Is only possible with
Instrumentation,
Because wild passions engage
Moments become variable.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I wrote all these in bits in my journal. I like them, so I decided to share. Most are haiku or tanka, with some variants on those forms.