Today’s prompt was to take any random song play list and use the next five song titles on that randomized list in a poem.
I…um…well… I had so much fun with this prompt, I couldn’t stop at five. You can check out my classic random shuffle playlist below. Enjoy!
birds of a feather: we
i shall soon
my head knows
i will be ok,
but my heart supposes
that a thousand inches
measured in distance
feels like a thousand years.
as a long time traveller
and a long time seeker
in royal pursuit of better things,
i have my eye on it--
this distance between us,
chasm of space--
even though i can
find home in your heart,
i am already missing
your sunshine smile
the cheery words
of your morning person ways
filling the silence
with pure joy.
i am certain you will
forget me not--
and even if i feel lost
a look at the stars
and rising moon
will allow me
to hang out
in your heart
--by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan
Playlist I used:
Birds of a Feather, The Civil Wars
Be OK, Ingrid Michaelson
A Thousand Years, Christina Perri
Long Time Traveller, The Wailin' Jennys
Royal Pursuit, from Frozen Soundtrack
Better Things, JJ Heller
Eye on It, Toby Mac
Find Home, The Honey Trees
Forget Me Not, The Civil Wars
Hang Out In Your Heart, Chely Wright
How Sweet It Is, James Taylor
People like me belong to the rain— soaking in joy breathing out sorrow, tending to the dark roots and pain— a slow broadening of mossy green spreading wide after the summer storm.
I stay alive in muddy waters when the verdant swaddle of meadow is drowned in brown. It’s there I sought her to teach me the wisdom of the rain and to not be afraid of the dark.
It is with her I learned where I belong and how to navigate in a world reeking with sunshine and sappy song. Bring on the rain, for how else do I stay alive when dusk darkens the light?
—By Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan
I read a story this morning about the death of a lovely young Australian woman who was a farmer, ecologist, and inspiration to many on her TikTok.
Her family didn’t give details about her death, but her father said “every day should be ‘R U OK? Day,” a reference to an Australian holiday when people are encouraged to have conversations about mental health and suicide prevention with one another.
I absolutely agree.
Don’t be afraid to ask someone if they are Ok. Don’t be afraid to push a little to encourage them to reach out to a professional.
There is no shame in needing help. Or asking someone if they need help.
It’s ok to not be ok.
How else can we stay alive when the rain comes and dusk darkens the light?
Hungry but not starved she hurried toward the village chest heaving breathing in the familiar scent she knew she was home at last.
—by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan
This form is called a tanka. “The tanka is a thirty-one-syllable poem, traditionally written in a single unbroken line. A form of waka, Japanese song or verse, tanka translates as “short song,” and is better known in its five-line, 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count form.”
There’s this girl, you see, born on the Fourth of July. She erupted on the scene at a military base and grew to love all things military precision-like—minimalistic living and spartan saving with exacting expectations of herself—yet exploding with all the vibrant color of a rainbow. She’s an out of the box thinker—MacGyver’s met his match in her.
This girl, you see, is a firecracker, whip smart, and loud about things that matter like injustice, inequality, and freedom for all. She’s the yang to my yin, the bang for my buck, my soul sister, twin flame, and best friend. Happy Birthday, Tracy Jo! 🥰🎉🎊 💥
4th of July
It is hard to say when or where Although why is not quite as hard (synchronous orbits)to declare that mysterious tidal heat where in wonder science we meet. Life whisks away what’s not needed, brings the ebb and flow, completed we move while the stars stand their guard.