jornales

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

who can believe (one Shoot Sunday)

the glitz, but a masquerade
a sheer veil behind the haze
for all I hear

slush scrunched underfoot–
what pain in my heart a thousand
baubles thrown on ground

dripping rain slowing down
to creep on eaves so agonizingly glassy–
the dirt shows

heaving trains on stops rumbling as herds
stomping into dreams of slumbering
seeds, mine

how to halt
some hundred puffs of violins ascending
infinity cannot but be an illusion of hearing

a whimper skittering on air, mine
crinkling the silence no one hears–
beneath the blinders

the blinding lights–
who can save me disbelieving
I in masquerade

am searching for a prayer

Photo by Mike Roemer

Posted for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry blog from a photograph of Mike Roemer. Join other poets and artists who love what they do.

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January 23, 2011 - Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

19 Comments »

  1. I like this! Unexpected, but totally in keeping with the photograph. Very nice!

    Comment by dani | January 23, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, dani!

      Comment by alee9 | January 24, 2011 | Reply

  2. Ah, I like the way you get into her head, her despair. “I in masquerade/am searching for a prayer” is a perfect last line. Amazing!

    Comment by Ami | January 23, 2011 | Reply

    • Glad you like it, Ami! Thanks!

      Comment by alee9 | January 24, 2011 | Reply

  3. Loved the take on the poem Hun, great!

    Comment by RepressedSoul | January 23, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks!!!

      Comment by alee9 | January 24, 2011 | Reply

  4. This is beautiful! xxxj

    Comment by jenneandrews | January 23, 2011 | Reply

    • One word from you–that’s all it takes for a great big thank you!

      Comment by alee9 | January 24, 2011 | Reply

  5. I in masquerade

    am searching for a prayer

    – beautiful!

    Comment by Neha | January 23, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Neha!

      Comment by alee9 | January 24, 2011 | Reply

  6. there are many who are searching for a prayer and an identity. This world has much delusions of granduer to offer but in the end a hollowness remains.

    Comment by Jerry | January 23, 2011 | Reply

    • I agree. And that’s how I saw the possibility in the picture prompt. Thanks, Jerry!

      Comment by alee9 | January 24, 2011 | Reply

  7. Beautifully done, love the depths of the masquerade, hints of the emptiness of a ‘social scene’…

    Comment by Reflections | January 23, 2011 | Reply

  8. Captivating, beautiful!

    Comment by thoughtsnotlost | January 23, 2011 | Reply

    • Thank you!

      Comment by alee9 | January 24, 2011 | Reply

  9. Writing that in its own structure reflects the disordered and impermanent, with images of sadness and confused senses and more than a touch of desperation.”…dripping rain slowing down/to creep on eaves so agonizingly glassy–/
    the dirt shows…” <- Great line.

    Comment by hedgewitch | January 23, 2011 | Reply

    • Joy!!! Word from you about anything I write completes it, makes of it worth the agonie poured in its writing…how can I ever thank you?

      Comment by alee9 | January 24, 2011 | Reply

  10. as if someone is listening

    Comment by nancemarie | January 24, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks for coming in to ‘listen’!

      Comment by alee9 | January 24, 2011 | Reply


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