jornales

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

Doves (a haibun for One Shot Wednesday)

The dove pair stopped cooing today.

Last time I glimpsed them, each moved listless in the cage – tails fanning each other’s snow head, red eyes spying mine. No one could come near. Each guarded the other like furious sentries. Could they have known they made such a handsome pair?

The white pair would not leave the dovecote. I caught them glance the brown too common flock; and then they turned away, lidless red eyes back to each other.

all I can see
what I cannot see
in your eyes

The white doves were at a wedding today cooped up, as perhaps they would have wished in a bell. When the newlyweds tugged at a string, the doves fell together – confused by the crowd, helpless in the grasp of the bride and groom. When tossed up again, their wings seemed weak. For the first time, they flew away from each other each clutching at light cords hung from the ceiling of the room where a wedding party was rising to a pitch. Their webbed feet quivered uncertain of their hold, their eyes redder, blinking with fear; they trembled as if they had lost their wings.

Now the crowd worked at a game with the white pair as pawns. Whoever caught one of the pair would think it a prize. What a prize–the glee bubbled off their laughter. The crowd did not know; how could they?

riddle:
when do heartbeats rhyme
in what beat end?

In freedom, a gaping cave awaits to trap lovers or a mess of strings. For the doves, loss of the other is sorrow that stones a tiny heart.

Copyright (c) by Alegria Imperial 2011

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April 26, 2011 Posted by | haibun, poetry, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

all i can see (sequence in black and white, take off from the NaHaiWriMo facebook site)

all i can see–
black and white
in your eyes

gray–
when the sun falls
on your lies

black–
dregs settling
our arguments

white–
our window blinds
turned down

ashes
on the burner your note
in black and white

Copyright (c) by Alegria Imperial 2011

(take off from Melissa Allen’s prompt, black and white, at the still-on NaHaiWriMo facebook site)

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me to Shiki:/how far can i go/with haiku? (and his possible answers)

heron at lake courtesy of wikicommons

me to Shiki:
how far can i go
with haiku?

(his possible answers)

heron equals being still

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stillness–
we break the rules

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not a stir in the pond–
turtle

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cherry blossoms–
what’s wrong with fruits?

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plum tree
only when it blooms

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the jade Buddha laughs
long after sunset

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wind to bamboo:
how far
can whispers go?

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