jornales

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

alien notes (for One Shot Wednesday)

in Vietnam courtesy of wikicommons

old suns, desolate breakfasts,
days turning on stiles, later
a trudge ending in a box
re-spelling obtuseness

words on words
soft as soufflé he hardly tasted—
so he left grinding dust, seeking
flashes in the desert

why songs fly
to him now sneaking between dawn
and moaning, silences between
gaping eyes the dead leave on strings, he
draws answers from skies,
grumbling about bomb spores–
songs he plucks off storms
alien to his longings

on his waist solid
steel tips waiting to fly
this sentinel
of rock burrowing on sands
lets old suns free
on his guitar

published as Poet of the Week, Poets Against War, June 2009

Posted for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry blog. Join other poets and artists who love their art.

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January 26, 2011 - Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

8 Comments »

  1. Powerful, stark words… stunning imagery.

    Comment by Reflections | January 26, 2011 | Reply

    • Thank you, Petrina!

      Comment by alee9 | January 26, 2011 | Reply

  2. this is stunning, Alegria– i especially love this stanza– why songs fly
    to him now sneaking between dawn
    and moaning, silences between
    gaping eyes the dead leave on strings, he
    draws answers from skies,
    grumbling about bomb spores–
    songs he plucks off storms
    alien to his longings– the music, the cadence– just beautiful.

    Thanks for stopping by and reading mine– your words mean much! xxxj

    Comment by jenneandrews | January 26, 2011 | Reply

    • Thank you, Jenne…but your words, too, has kept me going higher and higher!

      Comment by alee9 | January 26, 2011 | Reply

  3. songs he plucks off storms
    alien to his longings

    i really like these lines, they brought it home for me. nice one shot

    Comment by brian | January 26, 2011 | Reply

    • Brian, I wait for your words…and always, how they uplift me!

      Comment by alee9 | January 26, 2011 | Reply

  4. Excellent, layered and incendiary imagery from the first lines to the last. This is a fine fine poem, Alegria. You just keep amazing me with your work a bit more every time I stop by. “…days turning on stiles..” that is just an incredible line, as are the ones jenne picked out. Great writing.

    Comment by hedgewitch | January 26, 2011 | Reply

    • Thank you so much, Joy! But I do seem to be lifted up to new heights with your generous critiques–inpsired is the more common way to put it, but inflamed and soaring is more of what I feel! I hope I could sustain it and not let you down.

      Comment by alee9 | January 26, 2011 | Reply


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