jornales

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

Light as magic (for One Shot Wednesday)

The essence of magic is light
says the puppeteer to me as I peer
through his box of a stage
yet but a shell of trash—
limp pieces of strings,
sleeping snakes of light cords,
tubs of light shades, the puppets
mere swaths of rags.

Life moves only where
there is light, he seems to chant,
invoking magic from his words. In the myth
of creation, God first bid Light with words and Light
burst into rays like wings or so the puppeteer
imagines.

You can ride on light,
the universe does, speeding and crashing
on taut streams of translucence. I can transform you
into a nymph under these lights,
the puppeteer turns
to me, sensing my longing.

Could I grow into wings if
I wish
and vanish in the light? I ask. Or
like my puppets be born
and live if only for a fraction
of light, he answers grinning. I hesitate
but then, step in to his box of a stage among scraps of life
and give in.

Copyright © by Alegria Imperial, 2006
My first published poem featured at http://www.winningwriters.com and critiqued by its editor, Jendi Reiter, December 2006

Posted for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry, winner of the 2011 Shorty Award for Art. Check us out or better yet, join members of this gathering place and share your love for your art among some of the most talented poets and artists ever.

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April 6, 2011 - Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

10 Comments »

  1. I love the concept of this poem, Ali– the dialogue of speaker and puppeteer and the resonance “light” has throughout the poem. Lovely–xxxj

    Comment by Jenne' R. Andrews | April 6, 2011 | Reply

    • Glad you love it, Jenne! I think the dialogue that came smoothly when I wrote this makes sense of the magic, indeed. I wasn’t aware of it when I was ‘in’ and ‘with’ it only later and now. Thanks again!!!

      Comment by alee9 | April 6, 2011 | Reply

  2. Winningwriters is a good site – kudos on getting this published there. That’s quite the thing!

    As to the poem itself, such a celestial dialogue, a spacey envisioning of the universe pulled along in this almost dreamlike, no, drug-induced haze. I say that for the trippyness of it. Engaging dialogue, and the image of the puppeteer is well-realized. Well-penned. Magical.

    Comment by Chris G. | April 6, 2011 | Reply

    • Wow!!! I love how you put it, Chris, love how the ‘magic’ worked on you. Now, it’s me who’s been uplifted by your words who feels spacey! Thanks so much!

      Comment by alee9 | April 6, 2011 | Reply

  3. this was a fun read…i think i might have give in as well…to create something as beautiful of me…i like this much…

    Comment by brian | April 6, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Brian! What wonderful words from you!

      Comment by alee9 | April 6, 2011 | Reply

  4. Outstanding use of symbols and metaphor to depict the need to create, reasons for doing so, and the artistic (quixotic) temperament.

    Comment by dustus | April 6, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Adam! And you always get to the heart of what apparently works in my poems!

      Comment by alee9 | April 6, 2011 | Reply

  5. Nice to see some of your older work, Alegria. The dialogue you set up is fascinating, and the tension at the end, between words and light, of risk on the unseen is very well done. Lots of lovely language in there, too.

    Comment by hedgewitch | April 7, 2011 | Reply

    • Generous words from you as always, Joy! Thank you!

      Comment by alee9 | April 7, 2011 | Reply


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