Day 113 – 2022 Creativity Project

Break Free

The timeless appeal
Of bottomless foundations
Leave one another
To dredge rivers of hope, need,
But still coming between – greed.
Advantage follows
The stronger needing duties
Performed with slim thanks
Not often heeding complaints,
Or recognizing stolen dreams.
The ages roll, roles
Still favor some, limit others,
There is no parity
Equality, an ugly myth
Blinding many to problems.
If one stands up, out,
It may not mean advancement
The ceiling rises
The walls grow ever thicker
But it is not done, over,
Time will see the flight
The scaling of every height
So run, run well, catch the light,
Winning brings freedom and delight.

I read an article in American Scholar that inspired this poem. I also picked the word bottomless from a vocabulary list.

I hope this finds you in pleasant moments. I would appreciate your likes, comments, follows, and shares.

Prompt: pick something you read and a random word, create from there.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Day 111 – 2022 Creativity Project

© JoAnn J. A. Jordan

I am intrigued by art journaling. Although I never used elements I did not make myself before, I have friends who do amazing things with found items and collage. So, I am trying different things.

Prompt: Try adding bits not your own and create.

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Gratitude: Working, talking to my son, books, salvation, music.

Days float by, a daze/ Every feeling caught in haze/ Exploring life’s maze.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan.

Day 110 – Creativity Project – 2022

Far Seen

Only the night gives
The gift of your dear presence,
The falling again
Stellar apart, but the dreams
Bring you nearly here, all mine.

I never forget
How would undying love cease,
A beloved friendship –
I will love you forever
Until stars swallow the seas.

Who knew, you and I,
Through every storm, like lightning,
A flash permanent
Etched like sword blades in time
Moments full-tempered sublime.

Imagined, still real,
Memories, years cannot steal
Coming back to me
Then I own nothing, empty
Hands feeling bereft, reach yet.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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