Category: Art

Re-Cla-Ma-Tion

Stress can bury you deep
Heap depression on you
So even in your sleep
There is no relief.
You can become a ghost
Haunting your own home,
Dying to what you desire,
No will to do what is required.
Then suddenly one day
Something changes your life
You see what everyone else
Has been trying to reveal.
Everything out of control
The disaster completely surreal
You realize you have to take command
Find a way to make your existence whole.
So you start the process
Still, ghost walking but seeing
Doing, happening, being, bringing
Life back into your living.
It is overwhelming, painful, hard,
The darkness creeps over and again,
But you hang onto what you saw
In the moment of clarity.
The vision of order, joy, hope, peace,
Of comfort in the environment
Of dominance over certain things,
You know you can exorcise the ghost
And live fully as you wish to; reality.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2020.06.12 Canibal edited

A Gentle Tongue

The positive power
Of kind words is open
To us all in interactions
Along our paths each day.
It is easy to employ
With a minimal effort
And reaches depths of
Need which little else may.
Recognition, sincere compliments,
Appreciation, courtesy, when planted
Within hearts often begin later
To spring forth to the recipient’s gain.
What is given though with no
Return benefit immediately,
Raises joy finding us later
Enhancing the living of our days.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2020.06.11 Wishing Well edited

Curiosities

At times we are gardens
Lush with growth, sweet in aroma,
Left untended ourselves alone
Wild as nighttime, bright as day,
Hoping for cultivation under skilled hands.
At times we are roses
Growing scarlet, crimson, upon our bush
Bleeding on the breeze, a scent,
That calls loving embrace to mind
Becoming wholly pleasures given ample time.
At times we are treasured memories
Fair hauntings in the gardeners’ thoughts
Calling from peaceful respite those
Who to our needs shall eager minister
That our joys, lives may continue without end.
Gardens, roses, memories,
So easily forgotten, neglected, set aside,
But time bears us all, every single one,
Carries hopes, dreams, fulfillment,
Crossing plentiful paths for realization.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

As a prompt: Do you know who you are, who we are? Consider this, illustrate your ideas in some creative way. Sometimes what we see is not. Enjoy!

2020.06.09 3D Senoia edited