jornales

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

Go ahead, despair in the tropics (for One Shot Wednesday)

Go ahead, pine away among the palms
throw up your sobs: the leaves will heave up
build you a dome to trap your regrets.

Turn away from the sun. Step on your shadow.
Summer has died on the sand at your feet.
Go ahead, let your humid sorrow seethe.

Thrash the frangipanis screaming red. Go ahead
smash the brashness: your heart will not stand
bleeding itself crimson it has you steeped.

Go ahead, gather the remnants of the soul you bared
the blossom you loved was a strange flower
the morning dew bred into a sleuth.

Let go the dreams stolen then tossed,
rivers will swell on banks spewing scraps.
Go ahead, rake in the shreds if you can.

Go ahead, scrape the hurt, wring it dry
no weeping lasts until noon. Tears cannot
stand the sun; it singes wet wounds.

The sun soon descends to a breeze waiting,
your shadow slips behind you when
you rise again. Look back then: the sun

you loved is only copper melting.

A song that plays on internal rhyme posted for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry, the inimitable gathering of poets and artists who love their art and love sharing them, nurturing both theirs and of others. Check us out.

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

6 Comments »

  1. scrape the hurt and wring it dry…nice…life moves on beyind the hurts if we let it…

    Comment by brian | March 23, 2011 | Reply

  2. “no weeping lasts until noon. Tears cannot
    stand the sun; it singes wet wounds.”

    Very well written. Reads/flows cathartic, as well as motivational. The imagery and inspired pace strike a nice poetic balance.

    Comment by dustus | March 23, 2011 | Reply

  3. This is beautiful, Ali. I love especially:

    Go ahead, gather the remnants of the soul you bared
    the blossom you loved was a strange flower
    the morning dew bred into a sleuth. xxj

    Comment by Jenne' R. Andrews | March 23, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks as always, Jen! It’s a poem based on a true story and I felt so sad for this friend who fell in love with a woman who just couldn’t treasure him. This friend and I were then in tropical Manila–his beloved somewhere in Madrid.

      Comment by alee9 | March 24, 2011 | Reply

  4. It was perfect and so evocative… your words touched me…
    ‘Go ahead, scrape the hurt, wring it dry
    no weeping lasts until noon. Tears cannot
    stand the sun; it singes wet wounds.’
    Lovely.

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/whispers-seed-and-senseless-living.html
    At Twitter @VerseEveryDay

    Comment by Shashi | March 25, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks for your kind words, Shashi!

      Comment by alee9 | March 25, 2011 | Reply


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