jornales

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

In tatters

She sprints away
as if to leap onto a curdled sky.

Wind-strands race her up,
flick-ends her arms as if
in tender knowing. But she gives no
cheek-turns no lip-end-lifts
to faces blooming essences
nothing but a vacant sweep of
airless breathing, weightless
arm swings. She trudges on.

Above, a sky grovels—
red cheeks billowy like hers, ridged
on edges too, a likeness clouded
over. She turns up eyes mirroring
silence loneliness gifts the sunset.
Plump faces veil her sky,
hiss endearments that splatter
on her steps. She waves whispers off,
the broken lover, heart only
on the face lies inflamed.

She trudges on,
racing to bend the light, fold away
the blue hurls disguised as kisses,
three roses popping off a fist, a love
misled he cloaked her with. On her steps,
sun and sky conspire into a fire
roaring into her regrets,
freeing her in tatters like wings.

She trudges on.

Posted for One Shoot Sunday from a photo of KJ Halliday. Join other poets at One Stop Poetry blog who write verses for love, read those of others, leave a word of encouragement and/or insight with the same love and respect. Post your piece on your blog and sign up in the Mr. Linky list.

Advertisements

January 9, 2011 - Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

11 Comments »

  1. I don’t know, she doesn’t sound like a trudger to me. This poem crackles.

    Comment by fireblossom32 | January 9, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks! To trudge is to walk wearily, which is what the image in picture looked to me. Yes, she’s been freed but still confused with her mixed feelings and so, she trudges on. Thank you for thinking “this poem crackles.”

      Comment by alee9 | January 10, 2011 | Reply

  2. A hellish trip to who knows where. Very befitting of the prompt. Liked the lines-
    the blue hurls disguised as kisses,
    three roses popping off a fist, a love
    misled he cloaked her with.

    Such a way to come back having been through the arid void.x

    Comment by shanellis | January 9, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks for this comment!

      Comment by alee9 | January 10, 2011 | Reply

  3. Excellent infusion of visual detail with emotion. “Nothing but a vacant sweep of airless breathing” awesome line, especially the way it ties in overall.

    Comment by dustus | January 9, 2011 | Reply

    • And thanks for your ‘awesome’ words, Adam!

      Comment by alee9 | January 10, 2011 | Reply

  4. intense and beautiful here especially:

    She trudges on,
    racing to bend the light, fold away
    the blue hurls disguised as kisses,
    three roses popping off a fist, a love
    misled he cloaked her with. On her steps,
    sun and sky conspire into a fire
    roaring into her regrets,
    freeing her in tatters like wings

    Comment by jenneandrews | January 9, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks for the two wonderful words you used to describe my poem!

      Comment by alee9 | January 10, 2011 | Reply

  5. The opening line is magic!

    Comment by Giovanni Cucullo | January 9, 2011 | Reply

  6. A lot going on in this poem, and you’ve choreographed it with a solemn precision that is still able to bend and flex with its vivid images. Excellent take, Alegria.

    Comment by hedgewitch | January 9, 2011 | Reply

    • Wow! How else can I thank you for this! But I have to say, “Thanks again, Joy!”

      Comment by alee9 | January 10, 2011 | Reply


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: