jornales

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

Shuffled seasons (for One Shoot Sunday)

photo prompt by Greg Laychak

The narrow aisle flows a river to a wall
Of white thought

What squares of light have no glow
On the surface of water?

Who spawns the flat bed of dreams my steps
Struggle to cover?

Imprisoned by air I breathe a stale paradise
Of jasmine blossoms

I hear the rain a hissing of limbs on trees
But the moon does not rise

Day ends at my door night turns the stars
Upside down

‘”Where is your walker?” “Excuse moi?” What tongue
Speaks in this land?

“You cannot leave without it?” “Why, who’s heading out?”
The grubs I picked wriggle

In my closed fist I am growing a butterfly
No one knows

In my bareness I feel drenched in dew my bones
Misaligned rattle

“Now let’s go back in.” “Who has left her?”
No one comes today

I draw a caul on the day withdraw into night
Retrieve what’s lost

The sign posts melt on the flowing river
My hair long undone

I shuffle the seasons: in my eyes autumn leaves fall
But cherry blossoms

Oh, he rises to me my cane I draw my arms a lover
Now my wings

Copyright (c) by Alegria Imperial 2011

Written with an image prompt by Greg Laychak for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry, winner of the 2011 Shorty Award for the Arts, the inimitable gathering place for poets and artists. Share with us as we do ours your art or poetry and your thoughts. Check us out.

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April 24, 2011 - Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

20 Comments »

  1. Some excellent transformations occurring in through your imagery, expressing both sympathy and awe over the projections.

    Comment by dustus | April 24, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks again, Adam, for such precious encouraging words!

      Comment by alee9 | April 24, 2011 | Reply

  2. lovely really well written and empathetic with the subject thank you

    Comment by kez | April 24, 2011 | Reply

    • I’m glad you liked it, Kez. Thanks for coming by!

      Comment by alee9 | April 24, 2011 | Reply

  3. OOOOOOOOOOOOo very nice! I like this one!

    Comment by Elisa's Spot | April 24, 2011 | Reply

    • I love that long oooo! Thanks, Elisa!

      Comment by alee9 | April 24, 2011 | Reply

  4. oh i much love the breathing of a stale paradise
    of jasmine blossoms…

    Comment by Claudia | April 24, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Claudia! By the way, I so much love to leave word at your blog about how much each piece you write but I just can’t figure out how to work around the choices for my ID! This is to let you know how your lines never fail to amaze me. Thank you!

      Comment by alee9 | April 24, 2011 | Reply

  5. A fabulous take on delirium/dementia– so beautiful. I especially love these lines, Ali:

    The grubs I picked wriggle

    In my closed fist I am growing a butterfly
    No one knows

    In my bareness I feel drenched in dew my bones
    Misaligned rattle

    Comment by jenneandrews | April 24, 2011 | Reply

    • You did pick one of my favorite lines, Jenne! Thanks for your ‘fabulous’ words!

      Comment by alee9 | April 25, 2011 | Reply

  6. This is stunningly beautiful!

    Comment by Mama Zen | April 24, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, MamaZen!

      Comment by alee9 | April 25, 2011 | Reply

  7. To touch the depths of dementia and convey them tenderly… nicely done.

    Comment by Reflections | April 24, 2011 | Reply

    • Yes, dementia for me is a sad sad state. But I think it’s us who watch a loved one slowly slowly slipping away that deeply feel it. One day, their smiles will be beatific but not for us. Thanks for expressing how you were touched by my poem!

      Comment by alee9 | April 25, 2011 | Reply

  8. Interesting and evocative images

    Comment by John (@bookdreamer) | April 24, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, John! Thanks for your kind words.

      Comment by alee9 | April 25, 2011 | Reply

  9. you capture well…love the taking of cane and lover there in the end…dementia scares me honestly…

    Comment by brian | April 24, 2011 | Reply

    • I love that image of the cane, too! The lover is totally my ‘invention’. I’ve read that in that state, they hardly recall a lover, instead it’s their childhood they vividly recall as they slowly regress into a ‘womblike’ state. Scary, for us outside of it, but ‘beatific’ for them I suppose. Thanks again, Brian! (I’m awake this time!)

      Comment by alee9 | April 25, 2011 | Reply

  10. Excellent, one of the more distinctive takes on this picture prompt.

    Comment by Steve Isaak | April 26, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Steve! One Stop Poetry including you has talented poets whose works are always excellent. I’m honored to be one of you. Thanks again!

      Comment by alee9 | April 26, 2011 | Reply


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