for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

haiku-la luna blanca


la luna blanca

llores en mi corazon

el silencio en aula


(white moon

weeps in my heart

the muted cage)


los ruisenores

mosca en la noche blanca

deje heridas


(the nightingales

fly into the white night

leaving wounds behind)


Listening to Julio Iglesias, I was suddenly composing these haiku in Spanish! I feel like winning the lotto! But I can’t reward myself with a million dollar “jornal”–that would not match the value of joy (alegria!!!), which, of course, is priceless. I’ll say for these haiku, I pay myself a $1000.


July 19, 2009 Posted by | haiku | , , | 7 Comments

end of the street-haiku

I’m adding $800 as my ‘jornal’ to an otherwise dry summer day yesterday but for these haiku sparks.


at the end of the street

in the fading summer light–

she and her dog


a crackle

in the dry summer wind–

choked with tears

July 6, 2009 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , | 2 Comments

summer evening pickings-haiku

Like a bonus, these ‘summer evening pickings’ , these haiku moments swept me on my walk this early evening. I suppose I deserve a ‘jornal’ of $1000–not a small jackpot on Canada Day (tomorrow, July  1st).  Thanks to ‘poet upinvermont’, I really seem more attuned.


delayed arrival–

a pregnant moon hangs

on a summer sky


by the gate

she stops to smell a rose–

monks chanting matins


hydrangea blooms

over the fence my eye-level

children’s portrait


empty white chair

on a front lawn at dusk

a dog sniffs its legs

July 1, 2009 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , | 6 Comments