jornales

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

Just a heart (a haibun)

I honor the Force who/that sowed the seed who became me. In degrees though often unaware, I grew a heart.

from rumblings a sprout answers to a name

Lashed by winds, bathed by rains, kissed by moonrise, swaddled by fog, cradled by dawns, how can I be less than a song

neither eye nor lips the knowing sky

They say I leave footprints, scents, echoes, a ghost prowling with the fox for a lair, yet no one says my name

far off foghorns for every one

(My response, originally posted as a comment, to Dan Hasse’s powerful haibun at Facebook: thank you, Dan!!)

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April 20, 2015 Posted by | haibun, poetry | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

snap shots of night (a haiku quartet): what is your story?

These days, I tend to write haiku in unintended sequences as one does not seem to capture what I see/feel/perceive/sense. More and more, I think my haiku tell stories more than illuminate a moment. Much as I try to craft them for an ‘aha moment’, I often end up, in my mind anyway, with a three-line story–with a beginning and ending that belong to you, the reader…as in these. What is your story?

 

through slats

the tipped moon

in her saucer

 

sleeping on

the scent of slouched

breasts, the watchman

 

the willow tree

in nakedness

deeper in doubt

 

hoodlum clouds

across her face…a rough

pie cut

April 18, 2015 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

My offering for International Haiku Poetry Day 2015 today

    mornings

             in the language of camellias…

                                     moonrise too soon

 

my flight

prompted by a unicorn–

blue mountains

 

                                                                peel by peel

                                                          the moon in my palm

                                                                    a heart

 

 

serenade

with a sleight of his hand

a lilac sky

 

unveiled

a cascade of apple blossoms

in the widow’s breast

 

April 17, 2015 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

in the deep (a play on sounds and shapes)

 

no other way but

                          to skinny deep here…see

even in the deep

                  the wind

 

pass the jelly (((-oo> please

                                               whooshing )–oo>>>> water

                          even in the deep

                            the  \V/ wind

 

pass the jelly <<<<-oo> please  )–oo>>>> water pops

 

off the breath of a whale

                                                              my soul in the wind

 

                                          under the wind  

                                                     <shark eyelids>

 

as i, conger, riding the deep

April 17, 2015 Posted by | fragments, free verse, non-haikai, poetry | , , , , , , | 4 Comments

flaring petals (haiga link)

I can’t figure out how to add the visual (media) here, and so, please click on the link to view the haiga. Sorry!

 

flaring petals

breath within breath

                 their dawn

 

 

 

April 14, 2015 Posted by | haiga | , , | Leave a comment

nagging rain & wave lashings in THF’s Per Diem February feature

My two haiku in The Haiku Foundation’s ‘Haiku in the World’ February feature on the Philippines:

 

nagging rain

on the moon’s face…

a baby’s whimper

 

The Haiku Foundation Per Diem, February 9, 2015

‘Haiku in the World’ February feature: The Philippines

Per Diem Archive on The Haiku Foundation Website, and the Haiku App

 

wave lashings—

with every breath

the shore yields

 

The Haiku Foundation Per Diem, February 1, 2015

‘Haiku in the World’ February feature: The Philippines

Per Diem Archive on The Haiku Foundation Website, and the Haiku App

 

As you could surmise, both haiku rise from images of natural disasters which had wrought much havoc and suffering in the Philippines these recent years. In the distance, and the years I have lived in Canada, every face in each calamity transports me back home with the same intensity as if I were there and the same emotions and fears rise again as implied in these two haiku.

 

April 14, 2015 Posted by | haiku | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment