jornales

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

renegade (for One Shoot Sunday)

Photo prompt by Rosa Frei

the wind ceases soughing
on its own tracks—
a sputtering light sinks
in the dunes burrowing into dark
secrets the sun furrowed
in its grief
he knows

two dromedaries
behind him cast swaying shadows
dancing to ulululations in the vastness
his droning crazes the stars
sand grit hazed—
he craves for endearments

he stumbles on his own fears
the head stone fractures his seeing
night glows on the foot stone
his own finality writ
he gathers his being in his jalabiyya the wind
left flapping

the desert looms around him—
an open wound of cryptic rhythms—
he scrapes his restless darkness
off imprints on the sand
a phantom hisses death
on his mute shababa he staggers on

another wind billows in the desert
another sky arcs over remains
of the sun simmering
on tarnished sand
he looks up
to infinity funneled
in the black and white
of his eyes

the beaten gold of the desert
sizzles out

Copyright (c) by Alegria Imperial

Free verse composed from a photo prompt by Rosa Frei for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry, a gathering of poets and artists sharing their talents, nurturing each other. Check us out. Bettery yet, come join us.

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May 1, 2011 - Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

9 Comments »

  1. Have to say, most people who chose this prompt wrote about wisdom and/or self-reflection. Yours is laden with individual emotions—foremost fear, grief, and vulnerability. Love it.

    Comment by dustus | May 1, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, again, Adam! I struggled with this poem but my love for images of the desert and how the sun on sand dunes in photographs and the movies endlessly mystifies me brought on these lines, I guess. But htanks again for OSP that wrenches out unfailingly
      most of my dormant thoughts.

      Comment by Alegria Imperial | May 1, 2011 | Reply

  2. beautiful, evocative, a searing portrait in words, Ali. I especially love this image:

    an open wound of cryptic rhythms—

    great reach with the prompt. xxj

    Comment by Jenne' R. Andrews | May 1, 2011 | Reply

  3. Emotional use of the prompt

    Comment by John (@bookdreamer) | May 1, 2011 | Reply

    • Thank you, John!

      Comment by alee9 | May 2, 2011 | Reply

  4. i think you did an incredible job with this..nicely laden with emotion…the open wound of cryptic rhythms..

    Comment by brian | May 2, 2011 | Reply

    • Another superlative comment from you, Brian! I, too, am loving that phrase the more I read it, wondering where it came from. Oh, thanks again!

      Comment by alee9 | May 2, 2011 | Reply

  5. Superb versifyin’ – sounds great aloud.

    Comment by Steve Isaak | May 3, 2011 | Reply

    • Wow! I suppose you read it aloud and loved it! Wish I heard or could hear it. I’ll try doing that and upload it sometime. Thanks again, Steve!

      Comment by alee9 | May 3, 2011 | Reply


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