jornales

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

white morning

white morning

lost among the roses

my watch

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September 16, 2010 - Posted by | haiku, poetry | ,

2 Comments »

  1. “White morning” (to me) = snow. I can’t wait till the first white morning of the winter. It’s amazing how expressive your poems arms. So few words, yet an entire scene and mood…

    Comment by Pacze Moj | October 1, 2010 | Reply

    • What joy to know that my haiku has touched you!

      It’s amazing, to borrow your word, how a poem, a haiku like this one, written from a space quite indefinable for the writer can open a reader’s own space to find in it the same or perhaps another momentous moment. As I have written in the text, ‘About’ on the left side of this page, such a moment for me is my ‘jornal’, my daily wage that “take(s) the guise of treasures (my) heart can transfigure into a universe of thought that taps into other hearts, that causes a swirl in the depth of other souls (such as yours)…”

      Thank you dropping by.

      Comment by alee9 | October 1, 2010 | Reply


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