Metamorphosis

We hunger deeply
Like the caterpillars do,
Gorging on sweet leaves
Fills voracious appetite
With what will nourish, transform.

Each moment, nectar,
Gentleness, kindness, loving
Required to convert
From our fearful brokeness –
Emotional fulfillment.

A brightness lingers
Before the silken cacoon
Is spun to contain,
God’s blessed transmutation,
Beauty aburst, butterfly.

Some years, emptiness;
Laid aside as lives become
Select new chapters,
We dare to trust us enough,
Believing love can arrive.

Regarding future
Days as if timeless journeys
When we are treasured
Cherished as unique persons
Wholly believed, complete, loved.

Prompt: Create something in first person, then turn it plural.

Gratitude:
I spent a few hours with Richard.
I have read three books already this month.
I caught a little extra sleep.
The dog did not destroy a lot, just my long-handled duster.
It was quiet today.

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Plight

A hug, we share, sweet
But it has been many weeks
And alone can be
Often insecure with doubt –
Returned feelings hold much clout.

Many things in common,
But time steals away being
Filled with days’ duty
Robbing us of our moments,
Hours together sincere joys.

Gifts of comfort, care,
Found in companionship here,
But time hurries past –
What we own a beautiful
Interlude – hearts, minds to soothe.

Belong

The magic, romance,
As the clothes fall to the floor
A flush quick-rising
Paints smooth cheeks, open desire,
Hearts twined speed in beat, aglow.

Hardly able here
Now to stand apart, longing,
For warm arms, embrace,
Fully evident, high hopes,
Are revealed, alive, and real.

The words, the music,
Stolen moments, shared pastimes,
Have framed the structure –
Sound, fit, full of love, alight
Passion fashioned for delight.

Freedom together
Bonding, each kiss, touch, whispered,
“I Love You,” into
Places only two can go;
Belonging like never known.

I made this poem of conjoined tanka. I enjoy working with counted syllables.

Prompt: Explore a scene with an eye to creation.

Gratitude:
Freshly washed clothes
Hope
Faith
Understanding
Comfort

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May worthy dreams come true for you.

Gifts Given

Day bleeds into night,
Dismissing darkness, nightmares,
Nothing unknown seems;
We stand formidable still
Courageous love, we instill.

We are all precious
Treasured in adversity,
Shining fixtures placed
With love fully embraced as
We are in reality.

Different – skyborne
Galaxies – with miracles
To share giving hope,
All is, ever shall be well,
We create much of our fate.

Holding each other
With full capacity of
Kindness, love, respect,
Reveals the heart of wisdom
Fulfilling hopes, making dreams.

Who we are always
Inspires cause to celebrate;
We – answered prayers –
Raised in ancestral days,
Pitching tents in paradise.

Prompt: Who are you? Who are we? Create…

Gratefulness:
Jelly Bird Beans
Chocolate Bunnies
Bananas
Pudding
Bagel Bites

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The Well, Prepared

Situation Playcation – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Writing is the thing that teaches us to understand the experience we cannot command or comprehend. Living is a riot, constant impressions, wild digressions, unbanished obsessions, mythic approximations, and passionate exhibitions.

Love is real, no poetic fairytale; it sometimes bites with destructive force. There are other times it breathes life back into a being near become a cold, bloodless corpse. Heedless, love carries headless need into ages where hearts aflame assuage the blame for falling again.

I.
When what you most want
Remains beyond ability
You become adept
Using CREATIVITY
To fulfill some hopes and dreams.

II.
I am not ideal
But being real is enough
For those loving me.

III.
I have discovered
The wild child passionate self
Does exist still.

IV.
I could sing you blue,
Golden, or bright rainbow hues;
I would disappear
In the arrangement of notes,
Unrecognized within you.

V.
Love plays, tackling us,
In fields where flowers obey
Injunctions to fade;
We are colors resisting
What makes delight history.

Prompt: Create something showing how writing or art rescue from the forgetfulness of greedy insanity.

Thankfulness:
No television to distract.
Productiveness.
Moleskine.
Love.
Creativity.

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