jornales

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

your lullaby evening star my heart for broken wings (sequence for Mama for One Stop Poetry Sunday)

To Mama, a bamboo orchid her favorite flower, courtesy of wikipedia

your lullaby
all i can remember–
roosting sparrow

evening star–
your fingers the comb
for my tangled mind

your eyes my sister’s
my heart for broken wings
from you

i say Mama
and the wind entwines me
to the moon

i call you
and the night hums

in three lines:

your lullaby evening star my heart for broken wings
and the wind entwines me to the moon
and the night hums
Mama

Coyright (c) by Alegria Imperial 2011

Posted for Mother’s Day at One Stop Poetry, winner of the 2011 Shorty Awards for the Arts, an inimitbale gathering of poets and artists who share their love for their art and nurture each other. Check us out.

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May 8, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry, sequence | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 9 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)

April 26, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry, sequence | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

haibun (rewrite with deletions)

More and more news on Japan. More and more images of movie-like devastation in Sendai. Lives and homes and things dissolved like play things, bouncing on waves cardboard-like–as well as plums and cherry trees perhaps, how would Sendai spring be like now? Where these haven’t been uprooted, here’s how my friend, mi hermana, Margaret Dornaus (haikudoodle) sees it in a haiku:

weeping cherry . . .
so many blossoms downcast
by spring’s heartbreak

What do you see? You may wish to share it here or simply write it for yourself. Let’s offer them like incense for Japan.

March 15, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry, sequence | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

melancholia (sequence) begins with my first ever haiku

in the haze,
crow circling bare trees
finally alights

while sun
tints bay, i dive skimming
crimson-bottomed boats

duck pairs braid
shadows on my back—
i slurp refuse

gulls overhead fight
over what’s left,
screaming mute—

the same scraps
i tossed in my daze
a moment earlier

before i plunged–
melancholia

First published in LYNX XXIII:3 October 2008

in the haze, I found among my notes is the first ever haiku I wrote. The ‘haiku moment’? A drive to Aberdeen from the Federal Hill in Baltimore. Autumn had greyed on desolate trees. Crows in such skies even then had seemed to me both sinister and comforting–the first because of their eyes, the second, their astuteness.

Soon after more of my haiku ‘doodling’ (to borrow mi hermana’s blog title), I strung them into this sequence with ‘haze and the crow’ as the theme and sent it to Werner Reichold. The day LYNX came out with it and two more sequences, three tanka and a haibun, I found a biographical sketch on Hart Crane’s death; it was as if I knew it when I put together this sequence.

February 19, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry, reflection, sequence | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

winter moods (sequence that worked)

November sky
rains into stray runnels
into cesspools

drenched in the rain
city pavements let no step
leave a sign

on paved walls–
I trace the patchwork
by the moody rain

catching winter clouds
shielding for themselves alone
the marine blue sky

up frosty mountain peaks—
i wonder about the lily
in a summer pond

Published in LYNX XXVI:I, February 2011

A ‘sequence’ is another haiku-related form in English haiku where individual haiku along the same theme are put together. I seem to have better chances in getting accepted with it although most of my sequences have only been published in LYNX and The Cortland Review (Issue 39, ‘revenant’) not a haiku and its related forms but a poetry journal.

The form comes rather easily to me–I do it even here with my posts; when I start composing right here, one haiku often isn’t enough for an image/thought/moment that comes to mind. Sometimes I want to give up on writing haiku and perhaps just get on with my poetry, which seems to have given me a more distinctive voice but haiku whips me back to shape with its discipline and brevity. I look at it as a wisp of air, a mist, fog swarming over me so I may fade and be one with it.

And so, to add a haiku to this sequence

stepping into the fog
knowing
i, too, fade

January 31, 2011 Posted by | critique/self-critique, poetry, sequence | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

route (sequence with a lesson on how to breathe life to a ‘lifeless haiku’)

on a bench—
granny arching
to a waltz

on the ground
black-eyed posies,
but not for me

over head
a robin trills, i race
the train

pine strand
flailing in night sky—
the first low star

pasta bowl
and cranberry juice
with no one

Published in LYNX XXIII:3, October 2008

These were separate haiku I labored to make ‘perfect’ but hardly ever tried to submit, having at that time received one rejection after another. And so, I put them together as a titled sequence and got an acceptance from Werner Reichold, my first publication after my one and only haiku award from VCBF haiku invitational.

But as I’m won’t to do, two of the haiku have since danced on into a full poem in free verse: #3 became “first kiss” posted here for One Shoot Sunday, #4 out of the image ‘flailing in the night sky’, I wrote “revenant” published in The Cortland Review.

Lesson: on how to save one’s own self from ‘grief’ of a ‘lifeless haiku’ or how to breathe life on a ‘lifeless haiku’

Do not delete/discard/bury it. Instead, keep it wrapped in angels’ wings.

Let it sleep the sleep of bulbs of daffodils and star lilies.

Wait for spring in your spirit.

And then, unwrap them, buff them and watch the wings stir, flapping weakly at first.

And then, with your touch, watch the lines soar!

January 24, 2011 Posted by | haiku, sequence | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

canyon evening sequence (one shoot Sunday)

*inspired by a photograph of Trent Chau

rattling the air
the cawing of crows—
our flight hours more

sunset
breaches rain-swept horizon
where embers sizzle

clouds wash
the canyon fissures,
draining our fears

from dreams
shadows rise fracturing
evening fall

canyon evening—
wind tracks to follow
the shimmering light

I posted this poem for One Shoot Sunday at the One Stop Poetry blog.

Join us – throw in your verses. Here are the rules (taken directly off their blog):

1. Write a poetic piece & post it on your blog
2. Then let us know about your post. Link back to One Shot
3. Sign up in the Mr Linky list, linking directly to your post, AFTER you’ve posted it.
4. Go visit others who have signed up! Offer support & encouragement. Share your love of words and insight respectfully. Please try to visit as many participating poets as you can. We all could use and appreciate kind feedback.

November 21, 2010 Posted by | poetry, sequence | , , , , , , , , , , , | 14 Comments

how love is not spelled (two sequences)

 1.

on the wall—

scribbled notes

my bank of mementoes

on sand–

footmarks receding

let go of my shadow

seagulls

prance a quatrain screaming

my loneliness

i step on

angels and unicorns

trapped in the snow

pigeons whoosh up

spray the sky, laughing

at my mud-soaked feet

2.

my broken heart—

wilting like a cabbage rose

in a mulch bed

in the evening

dew on petals splatter

with my tears

under the moon

my fingers on keys–

a pulse

waiting 

which letter comes first—

evening shower

on the window

a trickle

does not spell love

March 10, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry, sequence | , , , | Leave a comment

la lluvia en la noche

la lluvia en la noche

evening rain

se cae en ramas de ciprés

 

falls on cypress branches

temblores en el aire

shivers in the air

 

la lluvia nocturna

evening rain

 

on stone pavement

seeps into a dry bed–

the sigh of quenched roots

 

la tarde de otoño

autumn afternoon

 

streaks my hair blue-gray

trembles on maples in gold

las caídas como oro en hojas de arce

 

wet morning

 

una mañana mojada

brushes mildew the starlings

frost on my thoughts

 

on tips of purple basil

autumn crackles into dreams

the sound of dying

 

el suenos de morir

 

Spanish words haven’t left me–they hover around, prance and whisper not to me but the starlings. I’m not sure if I’m getting the words right but this is how they do their dance in my consciousness. No jornal again for me? How much should I tag ‘the sigh of quenched of roots’?

September 30, 2009 Posted by | poetry, sequence | , , , , | Leave a comment

sequence-la luna blanca

la luna blanca

white  moon

 

rising in the east

a patch on my shadowed

wedding veil

 

en la bahía

on the bay

 

melting on ripples

its path on halved waters

our braided hands

 

un velo bordado

an embroidered veil

 

mira mi cara blanca

la imagen de una noche solitaria

un corazón vacío

 

look on my white face

the reflection of a solitary night

an empty heart

 

la luna blanca

white moon

 

sets at midday

wraps me in a cloud

invisible in blue

 

un brillo en los arboles

sheen in the tress

 

returns at ebb tide

creeps to my bed

stays

 

un blanco sueno

white dream

 

se decolora en un beso

caído como rocío en las rosas

un cielo rosado

 

fades into a kiss

falls as dew on the roses

a pink sky

 

As jornal for this sequence, I cannot even conjure a number.  It’s like one those tasks I had done gratis because the value is in the product, which is beyond value.

August 23, 2009 Posted by | haiku, poetry, sequence | , , , , | 4 Comments