jornales

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

Song (my first lyric poem for OSP Saturday)

In dreams as in wakefulness,
bands of air swirl between us–
thoughts spinning in flight,
words but dust in the eye.

In dreams as in waking
I trail the wind, your thoughts
lost in longing, your moaning
a storm tearing at my heart.

I float hidden in dreams
as when awake like a wisp
I hover but a shadow
light sweeps with but a wave.

Once, awake as in a dream,
I painted my eyes like Circe–
the wind my voice for your eyes
knowing the magic lies there.

But in the dream as in waking,
the wind but died, failing–
the song I played my heart the lyre
for you, but a hiss among shadows.

first published in 2007 at PoetsHaven.com

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February 20, 2011 - Posted by | lyric poetry, poetry | , , , , , , , , , ,

2 Comments »

  1. Sad and haunting, Alegria. I especially like the repeating but slightly altered first line of each stanza, and the dirge like tone it sets, which you resolve perfectly in the ending. Not as high flying and free as some of your more recent work, but still excellent and vivid and moody. Loved it, as always.

    Comment by hedgewitch | February 20, 2011 | Reply

    • And thanks as always, Joy! LIke I keep saying, I wish there was a more significant word to express it.

      I know, this poem feels quite unsure, groping, controlled. It’s the first poem with a proper form and structure I wrote after decades of media work. In college, I pledged to gouge out my heart and let it dry on my poetic aspirations. I sort of personalized literary criticism we studied a whole semester, scaring me off. But I dared to get back to it only a few years ago and discovered it didn’t die on me–in fact, it rose up raging and has taken over!

      Thank you so much for your insights, your intuitive reading and your kind words. To me, they are my dawns

      Comment by alee9 | February 20, 2011 | Reply


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