No Hearts, Ashes

I trace my steps through time,
In the fabric of my mind,
Seeing every one misplaced,
Which bought me this, my fate.
Yet, knowing, I could scarcely –
Change what action wrought,
Over time, without some miracle,
Not given thought, to be mine.
I offered what I am and who
But would not be accepted,
For the progression of others
Recollected over years who
In near perfection, which now
Cannot be laid aside because
Time jealous contains its magic –
Until certain days flow past.
My steps thereby slowed apace,
Each one wary and carefully placed
That I might avoid entrapment
In the boggles, bungles of love –
Life’s treacherous quicksand.
Still, I love, remain with hope –
Not intruding; quiet, deep enduring,
But always willing, a phoenix to rise.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Ah Well, Love…

If your smile were money
We could free the world of poverty.
If your voice were music
The concert would last endlessly.
If you chose to become a model
Applause would greet you each runway.
If you acted upon the gilded screen
The best lines would find your role.
If you took my hand in yours
You would own my heart immediately.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I get silly when I stay up. Then when do I not stay up? Anyway, I was playing with words. I think, though, this might make a good Valentine.


Increasing Unceasing


Not feeling the scanner tonight. Almost left off posting again. Turned the computer off for hours. Writing comes though, it is like breath, similar to blood, it flows, pours through me unless I let it free. Often I think it owns me. When I guess why I am here, it chimes up with some right piece of poetry.

So, be it. Love wins.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan