jornales

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

full moon/this full moon

full moon
he smoothens a wrinkle
on her hand

this full moon
swathing New York tonight–
is it love?

(the first is a NaHaiWriMo post for the prompt ‘love’ and ‘moon viewing’)

September 12, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

trimming the tree/winter full moon

1.
trimming the tree–
a cat’s frame
not a star

2.
winter full moon—
the missing napkin ring
beside the Star

–haiku for jornales friends with my wishes for the most of yours during this Christmas season and the new Year!

The lunar eclipse saluted us first, extravagantly, too, and the winter full moon sails on into our wishes among the constellations, sometimes witnessing for us who cannot see stars skidding through Light Years that will never be visible in our time. The secret in our lives is the moment, the moment lived whether fully or not, aware or not.

The moment I just learned on reading an issue of Poetry (December 2006) is thus the essence of all art. Art must not only capture it but live it for us the way we actually do but can’t fathom–in the hugeness of the universe and Time–until an artist does it for us.

You and I, newbie or master, implanted with the seed to let art blossom must take command–do we have a choice? You and I know we don’t have as it has taken over our souls, the deepset recesses of our being even, as I know from lines you generously leave here. Thank you–if I could but reinvent the word!

last winter in fornt of a dressed-up Vancouver Art Gallery when snow defaulted on Vancouver during the 2010 Winter Olympics

December 23, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

willow trees

against the sky–

the bare willow trees sag 

under a full moon

Pickings do come rare now but still, here’s a surprise last evening–a priceless jornal.

January 27, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , | Leave a comment

summer souvenirs

haiku

1.

under a maple tree

robin struts alone

red-eyed

 

2.

stones on the shore

spell out words–

i pick dots in the i’s

 

3.

on the water

full moon halves the bay

we hold hands

 

I give myself $500 each for these summer souvenirs.

August 19, 2009 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , | 2 Comments