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

unfinished tales (for One Shoot Sunday)

photo prompt by Neil Alexander

at nightfall
a herded flock of sheep bearing
flasks of prayers
bleat on their steps
toward the temple

in the distance
crows scream for mercy
the broken tower
unleashes bats sniggering
at the sheep

in the darkness
the owl hoots at a pregnant moon
who smiles at shrinking Mars
the stars in his court simpering
conspire with the moon

in the thorny bushes
men braid their way into the night
on their heads their gifts
wobble like heads of wearied gods
once revered

seething fireflies their pin eyes
darting among snoring bees
beguile the men
who mesmerized by the light
melt on their knees

spirits splatter
on yesterday’s thorns turned
night embers burning the temple
far off where prayers thicken
barnacled walls

Dawn fans the dying
souls of the moaning sheep
and the whimpering men
the bats coat the temple tower
with their leavings

on the altar awaiting gifts
the gods disentangle
their limbs but leave their hearts
to morning worshippers
hankering for unfinished tales

Posted for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry, the gathering place that has been the most fertile ground for my poetry where among the most talented poets and artists whose invaluable nurturing caused me to wildly bloom. I thank Adam, Chris G, Claudia, Pete and Brian’s endless unfailing smiles who are leaving OSP and especially Joy and Jenne, goddesses of the lyrical realm for me, for my growth. Thanks especially for the Sunday page, Chris and Adam, these have driven me to work on original pieces I could never have written. It has been for me a blast of 28 weeks and as you had promised Adam, Chris, Claudia and Brian, I hope to meet you again or please seek me out when you are orbiting in the spheres again! I really can’t thank your enough for your support and uplifting words about each poem I’ve written for OSP.


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  1. From myth to firefly eyes like pin pricks…. your poems are always a journey—one in which I enjoy feeling my way through a labyrinth of imagery. Gosh, 28 weeks! We’ll cross paths again for sure. thank you, alegria 🙂 An honor to post alongside you on Sundays.

    Comment by dustus | July 10, 2011 | Reply

    • And I say it again, Adam, no word of thanks is ever enough for your wonderful words of encouragement! Yes, please, seek me out when you’ve settled in your new ground.

      Comment by alee9 | July 11, 2011 | Reply

  2. smiles. oh you will know where we land…and you are invited to come along…esp if you can paint such imagery on the walls…thank you, it is always a treat to see what you have in store for us…engaging all the senses….

    Comment by brian miller | July 10, 2011 | Reply

    • Smiles…and you’ve thrown a hundred of them my way! I won’t ever forget them, Brian. Your ‘smiles’ have been such precious ‘pill’ to my frail poetic spirit. I look forward to ‘meeting’ you again.

      Comment by alee9 | July 11, 2011 | Reply

  3. wow – what a vivid picture you painted with your words..quite a dark one though…gave me some shivers but you captured the mood of the photo so well…and thanks so much for your kind words..

    Comment by Claudia | July 10, 2011 | Reply

    • Your reading of and perception of my poetry from you a poet who constantly amazes me has always been an honor, Claudia. I can’t thank you enough and honestly I feel like I’m losing parts of me with your leaving along with the rest of the team. Please do let me know where you are when you’ve found your new groove. Thanks again!

      Comment by alee9 | July 11, 2011 | Reply

  4. I love the images you’ve drawn around these old stones, Alegria–i got quite a visual from the men on their heads, braiding themselves into the night. And many thanks for the shoutout. I need no prompts to get me to read your work–just its existence. Keep it up, my friend.

    Comment by hedgewitch | July 10, 2011 | Reply

    • Dearest friend, you’ll never know how much you’ve pulled my poetry up from the doldrums. Each word from you seems to waken something deep in that bed where words are born and leap without my bidding! And I know that the most meaningful way to be grateful is to be what the giver of a gift has hoped you would make of that gift. Yes, I will strive to be what you think I am in my poetry and keep it up the way you’ve read it, read it! Thanks so much, again, too, for sharing your poetry, for opening a world with words I could only conjure from books, and which you’ve presented to me breathing, alive. But, yes, I know where to find you and rest assured, I’ll keep coming by.

      Comment by alee9 | July 11, 2011 | Reply

  5. This is so full of amazing imagery! Really well done.

    Comment by Mama Zen | July 10, 2011 | Reply

    • Thank you, as always, for your kind and generous words, Mama Zen!

      Comment by alee9 | July 11, 2011 | Reply

  6. I loved all the sniggering, simpering, seething – thank you for the winding, engaging imagery.

    Comment by Anna Montgomery | July 10, 2011 | Reply

    • Thank you, Anna! I’m glad to know you loved it all!

      Comment by alee9 | July 11, 2011 | Reply

  7. I was totally lost in it…!!

    walk the past

    Comment by gautami tripathy | July 12, 2011 | Reply

    • Haha…I’m glad you were! Thanks so much!

      Comment by alee9 | July 18, 2011 | Reply

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