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Today’s poem is in answer to the prompt on Poetic Asides. I think you will find it inspirational, so go there and see what it suggests you create.
No Idle Time
Thin sharpened branches
Or sometimes long welding rods
Held hot dog wieners
Over the dancing bright flames
On cricket song breezy nights.
The reflected sun
Rippled across the water
While thundering boats
Cascaded over rough waves
Rattling our teeth on board.
Rain pattered softly
On green and yellow canvas
Lulling us to sleep
And waking we felt brand new
To begin vacation days.
Camping was childhood
Delight that never faded
In my memory
Especially my skiing
Behind our maroon Scat Craft.
Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
The notebook I finished yesterday…
The new journal I started today…
My darling Hope…
Maybe my literary dog will become my muse…
I am grateful:
1. I slept in a while.
2. Mom is here with me.
3. We have air conditioning.
4. I have wonderful memories of camping as a child.
5. Hope is such an adorable and lovable dog.
Can you believe it is Wednesday again? Time seems to speed by like a starship in warp drive. I hope your day has been enjoyable. Take time to create something that will commemorate the passage of your day. Make sure you date your creation so you can reference it in coming days.
I hope you will leave a comment letting me know your thoughts.
Black on White
There is space and time
Enough for us to fill up,
But words are often
Lost in the vacuum we find
Around our good intentions.
We lose the sure way
From what we intend to say,
What we really mean;
Voices waver, emotion
Colors our sayings unheard.
Yet we still speak out
Hoping to reach hearts and minds,
Not so much distant
As caught by intensity
Of all the surrounding noise.
Out of the vacuum
Arises our true meaning,
To touch our fellow being
With love and deepest respect.
Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Scripture… Symbolizing the good…
A weapon… Symbolizing the darker side…
Gardenias… Symbolizing beauty…
Pen and notebook… Symbolizing the ability to create…
I am grateful:
1. I am able to write.
2. Most times the good controls me, rather than the evil.
3. Creativity is free to all of us.
4. Mom went out with June today.
5. Sometimes inspiration comes to me.
I hope your Wednesday has been pleasant and that you accomplished much. Take time to create something before you retire this evening and share it with someone.
I hope you found this blog entry worthwhile. If so, please leave a comment. If not, also let me know.
A poem I wrote in the wee hours of this morning:
Some pictures from our trip to town:
Mason’s Lodge which used to be a country church.
Interesting oak tree.
The new Dog River Library with Mom’s Explorer in the foreground.
We went to town today, because I had avoided going this week. It was the first time I had gone on Saturday in quite a while, and reminded me why I avoid town on the weekend. The place was working alive with people like a disturbed bee hive with angry bees. The ATM at my bank was offline, so I could not get my money to give Mom, as I do every month. I will have to try again another day. We ate lunch at Chick-Fil-A which was packed with people. Fortunately my wait in line was very short. We went to Wal-Mart and I looked around the parking lot and took the best available place instead of trying to get a handicapped space for Mom. We shopped without incident. I picked up two idea notebooks, four Sharpie pens, two toys for Hope, and some groceries. Mom stayed in the truck while I went into Sam’s Club to pick up her medicine and a few necessities.
I prayed about this trip to town last night. I asked that I come in contact with no idiots on the road, and shockingly no one pulled out right in front of me as usually happens. The trip went very smoothly, which is how I prayed it would go. The ATM being out of service was inconvenient, but not bad enough to ruin the pleasantness.
Unloading the truck, I got very hot and had to turn the air on in the house. It was 76 degrees in town today. I dread warmer weather, and really wish we would have a bit of cold. It is Winter and feels like late Spring.
I read the Bible aloud to Mom. We began our study of Exodus today. Moses’ attitude at the beginning of the book shows how cowardly people can be used to become great instruments in the work of God. Gives me some hope that I might be useful.
I hope you had a restful day and found something creative to work on.
My journal entry:
The National Historic Site near my psychiatrist’s office.
Fig trees at dusk.
Camellia and bud.
I am so glad this day went well. There were a few idiots out driving, but I am always prepared for their exploits. We had an awesome lunch at Hudson’s Hickory House. I woke up craving barbecue, so we went there. Mom recommended that I get a coleslaw to go with my pork plate, and it made the meal even better.
I hope your Friday was pleasant, and wish you a peaceful weekend full of creative energy.