jornales

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

sequence-la luna blanca

la luna blanca

white  moon

 

rising in the east

a patch on my shadowed

wedding veil

 

en la bahía

on the bay

 

melting on ripples

its path on halved waters

our braided hands

 

un velo bordado

an embroidered veil

 

mira mi cara blanca

la imagen de una noche solitaria

un corazón vacío

 

look on my white face

the reflection of a solitary night

an empty heart

 

la luna blanca

white moon

 

sets at midday

wraps me in a cloud

invisible in blue

 

un brillo en los arboles

sheen in the tress

 

returns at ebb tide

creeps to my bed

stays

 

un blanco sueno

white dream

 

se decolora en un beso

caído como rocío en las rosas

un cielo rosado

 

fades into a kiss

falls as dew on the roses

a pink sky

 

As jornal for this sequence, I cannot even conjure a number.  It’s like one those tasks I had done gratis because the value is in the product, which is beyond value.

August 23, 2009 Posted by | haiku, poetry, sequence | , , , , | 4 Comments

summer souvenirs

haiku

1.

under a maple tree

robin struts alone

red-eyed

 

2.

stones on the shore

spell out words–

i pick dots in the i’s

 

3.

on the water

full moon halves the bay

we hold hands

 

I give myself $500 each for these summer souvenirs.

August 19, 2009 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , | 2 Comments