09:35 AM

I said…

It doesn’t matter,
It is all a whimsy game
But alas, later,
It lured me in once again;
I blew all time asunder.

The hungry hippo
Tries not to eat the sugar,
But what a struggle!

And on, on, it goes
Barely here, yet hardly gone,
It changes colors
Lighting up the air, lights out;
Group, together open share.

I am resolute
To leave; lingering poems
Keep besieging me.

Participation
No longer a requirement
No ribbons, badges,
Only vagrant scribblings here,
Revealing nothing precise.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I am perplexed. I suppose the thing is a habit—almost a compulsion.

PROMPT: Dare yourself to come clean; stop hiding behind sheets of invisibility.

Whatever you do, do it despite the critics, silent or other-disposition.

2022.05.09. Monday. Day 129. Project Creativity

03:08 PM

Not Luck

I was sitting in
A swamp turned out and over,
Lightning crashed, hard down,
I was almost forever drown
Tears were overcoming me;
Then a cry arose
Clarion against my foes,
Sounding like a rose
Banner wrapping me within
Telling me begin again.
Never forsaken –
Come now, new heart, awaken
To a ground safe, firm,
Rock, I may stand complete on
The Beloved beckons, come.
Treasure hidden bright
Revealed in Love’s sterling Light
Abandon the night
Day brilliant invites delight
Heed the sweetest voice calling –
Redemption,mercy,
Abounding, amazing grace,
Sudden about-face
Into arms held wholly wide,
All fear spirited aside.
Severe hurt confide
Those things hidden inside
Pain, deep oxidized,
No more jeopardy – set free,
Found, restored, life’s sanctity.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt:
Can you rhyme or illustrate similarly? Create!

Gratitude:
Music avec autoplay.

Thank you so much for visiting. Please like, comment on, and share this post. Your interaction is greatly appreciated; it keeps me going when time wears long. Blessings to each of you. Toujours!

2022.05.08.Sunday – Mother’s Day – Project Creativity

Do You?

Know the rain coming down, ravens,
Have the heart to mend the brokenness,
Sing the songs whispering within,
Hear what is never spoken again,
Fear the shadows between letters,
Doubt whatever meant to be,
Believe sharing love best when tested.

Know the child hidden inside,
Have enough to give without blinking,
Sing loud and not falter when heard,
Hear and speak the silence of trees,
Fear worth is too little to measure,
Doubt the well will produce pleasure,
Believe all is precious, priceless treasure.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

To all the Moms and their Children

PROMPT: Create something or find something created only for yourself; share it! I did.

The app DIARO is pretty neat for a journal on devices. The share or export command may leave some formatting issues when coming to WordPress, but there are workarounds, as usually there are.

If you have not watched the show, Umbrella Academy, maybe you would find it excellent. I binged the second season (ten episodes) at once. You may recall I rarely imbibe video in more extended versions.

I am thankful for my son, Alex; he has been a boon to my living all his days. My gratitude to God for providing such blessing is unending.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

07.May.2022. Saturday – Project Creativity

Another House

This novel…
We’ve been writing
Over these many years,
It seems maybe more like
A collection
Of disparate stories,
Playing a soundtrack
Yours and mine –
The music,
Not the voice,
We just hit a groove
Wicked and smooth,
Winning –
Ah, loose like tigers
Jungle bait,
Antelopes far-fetched,
Can you make
The lesson
Stick like darts
On the dress, never
Worn, given out
With drinks
Not ours to consume.
Still, I know,
Some assume,
Illusions dispelled
Yet and soon,
Together forever
In miles set apart
Known, each
And ever
By heart.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

This bit of riff is brought to you by listening to VooDoo Lounge, courtesy of The Rolling Stones.

Prompt: What music do you create with? Turn it up, LOUD! Find yours.

Stranger and not, the things that happen when I sit in the dark.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2022. May. 06. Friday. Creativity Project

Gnome, all alone. © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Tempered

I know…
I didn’t get the memo
I didn’t read the news
Because you never sent them
There was no address to use.
It seems the feeling is gone
It left a salty taste,
Somehow I am lost
Albeit time and space
Do not require my presence.
The entry can be deleted
Freely to finally let go
There alas, is no consequence
No preference left to show
I bow to all, now play.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan