jornales

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

‘wondering’, a sequence (getting comfortable with four lines)

how heaven

tastes, news claim

froth balances

tart words

 

shapes

of names i’d say figure

behind frosted lids…

those hollows

 

when trains

hum between sleep

and whimpering

I feel… a heart crashes

 

biting

into egg rolls, do I tip

the axis of life

served on a platter?

 

orchids left to die

wrinkle with dogs

in darkened nooks

we carve for escape

 

do you think pavements

create screenshots of moods

our footwork leave

a thousand ways?

But the problem lies not in a form I seem to be in search of till now. Having tried this, I’m back to the standard 3 lines (haiku/senryu) and 5 lines (tanka). Also, often with quite a struggle, I try to pour in to accepted moulds what rises off invisibles in me. Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy reading these.

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