jornales

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

mid-Manhattan (from memory for one shoot Sunday)

photo prompt by Scott Wyden

a sun tracing its autumn route
never seen here
no shadow falls from slants of light
columns of smoke
the weeping in tunnels
the grating of steel cogs

here only the dream of skies
on narrow slits a canopy propped up
by concrete, glass and steel
needles piercing the day moon
blinking at humans
dogs and cars–toys of King Kong

sunset grinds
a maddening ruckus:
cars rushing as if to escape
people shaken
along with a colony of ants
deadened by the rasp of wheels

blasting horns wheezing air brakes
a wailing ambulance
in a duet with a fire truck
and police cars
in a rush to save a kitten on a terrace
hanging by its paws

the swarm on sidewalks
darkens with dusk
a flowing mush of bodies wrapped
in thick armors of invisibility –
black coat, jacket, cape, cap, boots,
and square-toed shoes

here, no unhurried strides
heads don’t turn
lost in inner spaces
no one misses who gets snared
and stalls: the throng belches on
eyes riveted to warning lights

“Don’t Walk” the wound up toys
stop “Walk” and do
I am lost here
I shed my name I wonder
about the color of my hair
the hue of my skin

I have turned mute
“I’m sorry,” I lisp
as if I really am
sorry about a slice of sky
the undertow that pulls me
to surrender

to the winking stars

Copyright (c) by Alegria Imperial 2011

A poem written from memory prompted by a photo of Scott Wyden posted for One Shoot Sunday for an absolute challenge at One Stop Poetry, th inimitable gathering place for poets and artists. Check out the other poets’ take! Click on OSP on my blogroll.

May 29, 2011 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 10 Comments

Angelus (for One Shot Wednesday)

How elating—
the walk by the harbor at dusk: the hour
hardly fits the feeling. Yet, day melting on
to ground and water seeps off as mist,
abstracting realities, transforming
states into half-dreams—a moment
that soon passes.

My feet cease
scissoring, a mindless technique
to cut into the half-hour—the
slice of time at which the heart is said
to pump faster, hastening
the river flow the body has entrapped—
and stilled, remember my childhood
but failing to recall

the minute-
prayer angel Gabriel’s hailing
Mary who was to have a child—a fairly
domestic scene that for ages had mystified
this hour. But brake on my steps holds me
not in prayer to dwell on such angelic
moment. I stand smiling, no less
a fool being alone, at this:

on grass patch a duck pair
bedded as a robin circles blinking disbelief ,
head turning in ways, ‘Lost, am I?’
—a look so innocent as much as
beguiling, a circlet that isolates
stark truths, blinds eyes
to mirrors: this moment
a black figure heaving on the crosswalk
hooded for heat—in the harbor
he makes like home, chills make
for walls—the freeze hangs on his
wiry moustache, a Cheshire grin to passersby
‘God bless!’ So like Gabriel
I imagine in tone yet so unlike

the angel in that his chant and greeting
fall insipid on indifference littering
the walk–I pass him by
resume my steps tight clipped
his eyes trail the dull beat my Reeboks
drum on the bridge. My heart contracts—
startled at the suddenness, the broken
rhythm signals a must

some help: the robin whisks its wings
to my eye path—in the
half-light its wing-spread so like
a minute Gabriel. Unthinking, I stop
to honor a childhood hour, and peering back
at the dark figure the seeping
night has walled in, I sigh
a prayer.

…one of my early poems written in 2008 in a series of what I called ‘journal poetry’ or journals I wrote in verse from memories of my walks at the Inner Harbor in Baltimore right across where I lived half of the year on Federal Hill. Posted here for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry to share it with you but expecially to a community of artists and poets in this inimitable space whose love for their art ‘spangle’ (my favorite word) the skies (my favorite phrase). Come on in, check us out or better yet, join us.

March 2, 2011 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 10 Comments

2010 in review–Huge thanks!

I posted this “Hello World!” on 02/02/2009 to introduce what I thought this blog would be:

Jornales. Daily Wages. Why have I chosen jornales as the name of this blog? I’m neither Spanish nor English but I was brought up on both languages and on both cultures. I speak and read only smatterings of the first, fluent in the second but I am much more. I live and exist on many spheres of thought that come out as poetry, stories, essays, feature stories, news stories, scripts if need be and whatever shape or form words that seem to write themselves when I compose take on. I work hard to keep alive where I exist. And where does my jornal my daily wage come from? What is my jornal, my daily wage? Ahhh, that’s the mystery you and I will unravel in these pages. Welcome!”

Apparently, on the same day, I wrote my longish rumination on what jornales, daily wages is for me in About. And my search for “wages” other than what is measured or weighed have since taken me into a journey I hardly mapped out. My wages have not been what I had signed for, even hoped for; my reach closer to the stars but beyond the span of my arm. This review from wordpress says, “Wow!” not for the numbers, I believe, but for how this blog had turned out. It’s not all mine–whatever the merits–but yours, too, dear friends.

Thank you all! Thank you hugely!

I quote from my reply to Margaret: “Because poetry is of the heart and the soul, how can’t (I not belong to you)? You ( and all readers who strayed into here leaving but a stat) have made the year just folded over a deeply meaningful one for me–I feel like a cloud instantly transforming with a breeze taking on shapes and forms only the heart can recognize.”

May the New Year with our hearts in place, uplift us closer to where we hope to be, dream to go.

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

Featured image

A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,600 times in 2010. That’s about 4 full 747s.

In 2010, there were 101 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 133 posts. There were 17 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 8mb. That’s about a picture per month.

The busiest day of the year was December 19th with 57 views. The most popular post that day was Escape (for one shoot Sunday).

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com, Google Reader, alphainventions.com, haikuproject.wordpress.com, and thehaikufoundation.org.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for jornales, alegria imperial, jornales2010.blogspot.com, the “cantaloupe moon”, and lyrical prose.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

Escape (for one shoot Sunday) December 2010
23 comments

2

the cantaloupe moon October 2010
2 comments

3

About February 2009
4 comments

4

white moonlight (edited) October 2010
4 comments and 1 Like on WordPress.com,

5

Count 1234 (One Shoot Sunday) November 2010
22 comments

January 3, 2011 Posted by | culturati news/views | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Escape (for one shoot Sunday)

"The Arrow Shot" a photomanipulation by Claudio Mufarrege

She leans on her toes, picks up lead
in the light, streaks in the wind
—gold melts into indigo on her feet.

Shredded knits soaked in dregs becomes
her, a princess biting at grit, thrusting
her feet into the roar, a moment

to dread yet to want to slip in, a
gaping so inviting—the tunnel’s mouth
slurping the sky—but she turns back

drawing tight like a lover her shadow
and flits toward the 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.

December 19, 2010 Posted by | free verse, poetry, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 24 Comments