1.
In the opposite
Some direction arises,
The message becomes
The primary objective
When lives require salvation.
2.
Falling all over
Again and wanting, needing,
To be, who ought be.
3.
Dredge river’s desire
Find the love always required
To usher in joy
Enough to make captains leave
Fields astounding destiny.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Arithmetic/Time

The pain felt when all
Is over; skin hits asphalt
Vultures roost nearby,
But that is not the story,
It is love refusing to die.
Rolling in the grass
Off the road, beside, reaching
For Heaven’s embrace,
Pale a moon face challenges
The night to blot out light.
Beauty unwaning
The years consume every time,
Gifts made to offer
Educating heart, mind, soul
But still seeking meaning bold.
Who, Who, an echo
Through deep darkling moments, lost
No answer, the cat
Licks the saucer placed before
Here where strangers could soon run.
This is not just now
This is the sum of equations
Worked out through ages
Everything is, nothing left
Outside the hours which survive.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Have you ever wanted something to be true, but all the answers came up empty? I hope it has not happened often.

Asphalt burns after you slide along it, acquiring a scrape. It burns long after too. Life can be that way. Riding a wagon steering with the tongue almost guarantees it. Hurt teaches, if one survives. Fire is no fun, though, when a fall is taken.

I hope all is well with you and wherever you are. Bless you!

Dwelt

Living the diamonds
Of yesterday’s fondest dreams
Making tomorrow’s shining destiny
Today playing round ankles
Fascinating a smile’s pinpoint curves.
The shadows past whisper breezes
Curtains drawn against heat
Passion boils a conclusion spent
With little worry, consequences meant
And time, all it buries in yards for rent.
Blind and hurry chasing those
Who names will not remember
Giving up love rather wallow
In polluted rivers, dismayed
Thus cheering for thousands gave.
Bending and bustle
Air wheezing and hacking
But trees seldom seen
Where will everyone hither
When no more care to listen
Because the voices become screams?
Rotted, worn, trod upon dreams.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2022 Creativity Project

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Prompt: Find something technological you can transform creatively into art. Create!

Sometimes a conversation is the best thing to have. The give and take, the exchange of ideas, can drive the conceptualization of goals and even the self.

Writing is a conversation of one reaching out and inviting another to join. The giving is without assurance of reception.

Creativity brings a higher probability of conveying thought.

So, what shall we do as writers and artists to prompt involvement?

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan