jornales

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

the cantaloupe moon

the cantaloupe moon

steals into my hand–

august secrets

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October 5, 2010 - Posted by | haiku, poetry | , ,

2 Comments »

  1. Secrets about last August or next year’s August? I think it’s last year’s and the moon whispers them. The image of the cantaloupe moon, because of the colour, reminds me of the lyrics “the moon’s the colour of a coffee stain” from a Tom Waits song.

    Comment by Pacze Moj | October 6, 2010 | Reply

    • Thanks again for coming by and leaving a comment! Yes, it’s about secrets this past August. And you did get what is only implied–that the moon not only stole these into my hand but also whispered them! I’ll search for the song you mentioned.

      Language! How so malleable sometimes yet intractable seemingly most times. I read how you worried about ‘stumbling through’ your translation of the last poem you posted, am I right? But I think it’s good!

      Comment by Alegria Imperial | October 6, 2010 | Reply


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