jornales

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

…the white cat’s eyes and …some truths under the sun (cat haiku for today ‘Hug Your Cat Day’)

Also for June: ‘Adopt-a-Cat’ month

Daily Haiku Selection
April 22, 2011
(Mainichi, Japan)

winter sky–
the white cat’s eyes
bluer

Alegria Imperial (Vancouver, Canada)

Dili, the inspiration for the haiku

Dili, the fluffy 3-year old male cat, inspired this haiku. He’s not mine but a friend’s. But I do feed his brother, Divo, and him when their mom or dad can’t get home on time for their supper. Divo, a gentle tabby, takes care of Dili. Both are adopted; no, Dili, was picked up from a roadside in Dildo, Newfoundland (yes, there’s such a town), meowing his way into the entrance of an inn his would-be parents had checked in.

His dad describes him as a “furry snow ball the size of his palm”. Even then, his dad noted his wide cushioned paws. They had waited until they would have had to fly back to Vancouver if anyone would come around looking for him–no one did. Wrapped in a box, Dili, on that rigorous flight ruffled the vacuum packed air with his constant whining and restlessness.

In his new home, here in Vancouver, none of that energy and compulsion to make sounds abated. He meowed into his parent’s half-dreams; they woke up from his ‘screams’. He was declared deaf by the vet. But of course, he’s all-white and blue-eyed,isn’t he? Yes, both azure blue unlike some with one eye green, hence, not deaf.

In three months after troubled sleep but alternating with delight at his crystal stare and the cotton-feel of his fur, his mom and dad walked into an Animal Shelter, where in their research seemed to have the most cared strays, and met Divo. Their mom recalls how he cuddled up to her from her very first touch. This sweet boy to this day gives his mom massages, kisses and cuddles, listening to her coo, thanking him.

Dili and Divo have grown as true brothers. Dili, an acute observer of movements–he even lip reads–takes cues from Divo. But sometimes, Divo knowing of his deafness, sometimes springs up behind Dili, which begins a mock tussle. Their bond have tightened like it were of twins–of the spirit if indeed as God’s creatures they do have.

the eyes–
some truths under the sun
in Dili’s and Divo’s

Divo, the contortionist

June 4, 2011 Posted by | background, haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

revenant (three haiku that came back wilted I made to bloom again)

duck pair at lagoon
V-patterns on the water
and on the sky

against the haze
over bramble tips an
arc of budding twigs

and I against the blue
a strand of willow flailing
to touch the sky

First published in Issue 39—The Cortland Review
Copyright 2008

I know, these read like haiku. Yes, they are three haiku that didn’t work–one of the early suites I submitted to Peggy for The Heron’s Nest that came back to me with kind gracious words though very much wilted. I sort of buried them but one day, found them shooting. And so, I watered and let them out in the sun until they burst as blooms one day. I picked and strung them together into this poem that got accepted and published with a podcast, archived in TCR.

February 3, 2011 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments