jornales

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

absolved (for One Shot Wednesday)

swallows burst into our crude mornings
their flight staggering on false winds
we gaze aghast

this fractured air birthed on false moonlight
unpredicted

our beggar voice fades into whimpers
fluttering splintered among fallen blossoms
the unabashed camellias bared

a scandal unmasked by a rude sunlight
our bleeding unabated

we slip into the brambles our sobs drowning
in the chatter of winds the river grumbles
about our tears

a sorrow tarnished by ageing stars
sputtering at dawn

a mourning heron ceases lending its grief
we recover our lips on pin drops of sky
the brambles open up for the wind

a chorus of ripples washes our bleeding
steps curl on our tears we rise

white among rhodoras
absolved

Copyright (c) by Alegria Imperial 2011

Posted for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry, winner of the 2011 Shorty Award for the Arts, the inimitable gathering place of poets and artists where they share their love for their art while nurturing each other. Come join us!

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April 19, 2011 - Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

10 Comments »

  1. heavy bit of emotion in thism i like the turn at the end to new hope…recover our lips on…my fav line…nicely played. ~chris (smiles)

    Comment by brian | April 20, 2011 | Reply

    • Glad you liked that turn. Honestly, it took me some time to get out of the ‘sins’, Thanks so much, Brian, hehehe!
      Thanks for your …smiles…!!!

      Comment by alee9 | April 20, 2011 | Reply

  2. ali– profoundly sad and exquisite– a gorgeous write for this time of year, nature throwing our sins at our feet. xxxj

    Comment by jenne andrews | April 20, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Jenne! “…nature throwing our sins at our feet…” what a wonderful way to put it! Thanks so much!

      Comment by alee9 | April 20, 2011 | Reply

  3. What a beautiful poem! Lovely and lyrical with just the right amount of sorrow. Nature does manage to both indict and redeem us. My favorite stanza is the shift:

    a mourning heron ceases lending its grief
    we recover our lips on pin drops of sky
    the brambles open up for the wind

    Wonderful!

    Comment by Mattison | April 20, 2011 | Reply

    • And what wonderful words you have for my poem! I love that stanza, too! I couldn’t figure out how to get ‘there’ at first. But I did. Thanks so much!

      Comment by alee9 | April 20, 2011 | Reply

  4. You’ve got some condensed, thick imagery in here, some unlikely combinations of thought that give rise to a picture so exact it hurts, one almost expects to see the drops bleeding against one’s own skin. Fine writing, Alegria. Always enjoy seeing what you’ve made the words do.

    Comment by hedgewitch | April 20, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks as always, Joy! Yes, I can’t seem to veer away from this mind-structure where imagery IS thought, not apart from each other. I can’t seem to be one or the other but always indirectly together. I’m glad it worked here. I was afraid that with my premise I wouldn’t navigate it with clarity. But apparently as you ‘read’ I did! Thanks again.

      Comment by alee9 | April 21, 2011 | Reply

  5. “The brambles of our sobs”,that was my favorite line in this excellent journey of words.

    Comment by Jannie Funster | April 20, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Jannie! Happy to know you enjoyed the ‘journey’.

      Comment by alee9 | April 21, 2011 | Reply


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