Vacancy – Filling

Do you feel like you
Could be a paper doll with
Hole-punches where life
Chose to take a bite of you, yours,
Away, leaving vacancy?
Maybe like a hotel that
Once had No Occupancy
With loves residence;
Now windows without curtains
Remind you how much was lost.
Do you fade, shudder,
When memory comes to call
With bright photographs
Of yesterday, other days
When losses were yet to come?
Paste yourself together,
Renovate the rooms,
Bring the pictures out
Again because life will serve
Love, joy, happiness when
You invite it to visit you.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Regaining Will

Self-destruction is
A game to play when fading
Is not quick enough
A take away to meet needs
Of emptiness and disgust.
Life seems long, wasted,
But then time to mourn those lost
Sets wonder on course
To mend what can be reckoned,
To die seems less gift than cost.
Useless, ah never,
Broken, repairs still to make,
Friendless, the streets call,
Life an elegance, challenge,
Do not give in or give up.
Every human has
Something to share much needed
In a world that spares
No one the dregs of sorrow
Still, hope brings joy, tomorrow.

Those of you who take time to read, maybe share a like that lets me know I am reaching; I appreciate you so much. This is one of my difficult seasons; I take one of my turns. The desperate fight goes on, but I am here; I will not give up.

Fires are burning, yearning for peace, strength, hope, and love to take me on. The battle rages through my ages, and it is hard to carry on. Long and longer love, it will, I will keep on.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Cravings Sprung

The troglodytes begin to emerge,
Ghosts dreams awoke from deep dens
Of Winter before treasure could find
Shredding away heavy layers when
Dawn comes very soon to expose
Vulnerable skin, while still outside
The new bloom adjusting delicate Faces questioning creativity in tastes
Unmasked to the feral light, will love Last from what has passed in depths
Still carrying hope through coldness,
Lonely night, which somehow in Dreams became natural, joy breaks,
Once left behind, no nightmares,
Not one, please; whispers usher in
Companionship, only those giving
Lives new life, songs, overwhelming
Delight – passing all the goodness on.
Dens which harbored life, dreams
Foggy as ghosts left behind for open
Spaces, seeking the prize – existence,
Smiles broad on faces made meaning
Finding love in varied places, eyes Full, creation rising, discovering the World is still beyond reach of oblivion
From glacier to desirable, beautiful,
All welcoming senses, belonging.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I wrote two poems today, and then I thought, why not put them together as one?

As a PROMPT: Find two works and combine them as one. Troglodytes and Ghosts worked for me, what will you use?

Fortunate Incantation

Two dogs, a plenty,
Books in shelves, also in stacks,
A bed with three quilts
A refrigerator works
Windows filled with ample woods
A voice for singing
Don’t Stop; Don’t Look Back; He Reigns;
Imagination
Seeing, hearing, being all
Extraordinary yet let
Visit worlds beyond
Coming home to those stories
Rooted in loving
Sharing, caring, family
Friends on whom one can depend.
A home to cherish
With space enough for freedom
Where work can be done
Everything all together
An answer to much prayer.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan