jornales

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

How I tackled Alan Summers’ prompts at NaHaiWriMo last May

Here’s a week of responses to Alan Summers’ prompts at the NaHaiWriMo (National Haiku Writing MOnth, which Michael Dylan Welch created at Facebook three years ago). YES, definitely, a daily challenge to write haiku has cranked up my mind or better yet, like a fit body, oiled it to resiliency. Writing with a group on cyberspace without the politics of bodily presence and its complications of commitments, has also made me fearless about risking my inadequacies–this turned out to be the secret to finding out who I am as a haiku poet as my lines do reveal. But who this is, until now, I can’t put it in a word…perhaps you can! Here then for you to enjoy, I hope.

#05/07/13 (green/gold/gone )

lunar eclipse—
his eyes on her frayed
jeans front

shattered eye what’s left of her mirror

gold leaf saint—
his indifferent stare

#05/06/13 (found as implied)

petal gust–
the street flutist’s
scrambled notes

under her hat…
the missing stubbles

tunnel spigot …the broken loo

fan tail on second thought

pointed fingers his guilt in black nails

#05/05/13 (echo)

weaving
through a cross stitch
of their argument…
her echo

spring echo–
the baby confronts
a Buddha

echo–
he smiles to his own smile
his other smile

#05/04/13 (den)

behind
the den mother’s back…
murmuring cubs

den of iniquity he finds his own sky

reeking of prey the fox’s den

#05/03/13 (curve)

the curve in her thighs wind chart

Lothario–
the river curves
out by rote

curved furrows a worried moon

05/02/13 (blue)

blue dawn…
the rain’s last phrase
on a glass pane

05/01/13 (asperity)

next I look…
the staccato scratching
of his rake

tea rings in my cup the grumbling darkness

on gravel
a day moon’s
sniffle

June 11, 2013 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 9 Comments

Haiku favorites of mine and of other poets from the 2013 NaHaiWriMo month

Dear followers and readers,

I’d like to apologize for a ‘long absence’ here. I could give you a thousand reasons but none would make up for the time that had flown by. In that flow, however, I had gathered more skies, more suns rising and setting, stars, fallen petals and laughing fishes, herons and gulls and countless sighs. And in them or because of such harvest, my haiku, tanka, haibun, and haiga have taken wing onto wind paths I couldn’t have imagined. Most of all, perhaps because I persisted, my haiku writing has grown stronger limbs with daily prompts at NaHaiWriMo (NHWM). Herewith then, like a ‘take home’ gift from a long trip are haiku by me and my choices by other poets during last year’s NHWM anniversary when founder, Michael Dylan Welch gives the daily prompt. He made us chose  favorites from ours and those of other poets–these are mine, of which I hope yours, too. Thanks so much for being with me all these years and for those who simply stumbled into here, welcome!

Alegria 

#04/02/13 (spice) 

First off, I’d like to thank you, Michael, for NaHaiWriMo, and for this year’s month, your concrete prompts that are so everyday, it was a challenge yet a joy to see them with a new eye. Second,  I’d like to say , “Many thanks, Pamela and Carole for choosing one each of my haiku for your favorite!!” Third, I wish to thank the many poets, a lot of them I’ve written with a haiku daily here (except for a few weeks that I couldn’t) for the past three years, flourishing in our community. Such joy to find not just a few of yours that resonate, nay, sun-splash on my way everyday. I’ve learned so much about and from you.

And now because I’m always overwhelmed and overjoyed, I cannot limit my choices to just one, of course,  except for mine. But I have gathered those of others as if they were mine, too! Indeed, as in one of the resources you posted here, Michael, haiku binds because we open up ourselves to and for its  lines. What greater bind is there than one that’s straight from one’s heart (spirit) and into another’s and into one’s own from another’s.

 

A favorite from mine though there’s about a dozen in my shortlist!

cardamom

in curry rice, a past

she cracks open

 

Of others and like the process for mine, dozens in my shortlist!

 

orange blossom –

lifting her burqa

just enough

 

Eider Green

 

sleepless . .

the path from my bed

to the Pleiades

 

Sandi Pray

 

the secret door


to grandpa’s room


in grandma’s closet


wild roses

 

Stevie Strang

 

garage sale

my past fills

a stranger’s car

 

Michele Harvey

 

closet 



my rebellion 
taped inside 


a cardboard box

 

Scott Abeles            

 

father’s garage


the painted outline

of a missing tool

 

Bret Mars

 

a red mark

on her test paper . . .

Indian summer

 

Michael Dylan Welch

 

blue

as her corsage

wallflower

Haiku Elvis—Carlos Colon

 

riverbed…

the sound of moonbeams,

playing rocks

 

Ted van Zutphen

June 3, 2013 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

mixing bowls (my haiku at the 10th International Kukai)

mixing bowls—
the shallow echoes
of bells

4th place (tie) 10th International Kukai ‘bell’ 114 entries, 24 countries

January 29, 2013 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Six of my haiku at DailyHaiku Cycle 14 Round 3 (Jan 2013)

Jan 06 2013

swing
twisting by itself—
wreathed school yard

Jan 07 2013

snowfall
…in a cup
…the hush

Jan 08 2013

red lobster–
her prying glance
through the mist

Jan 09 2013

as needed
to plumb the darkness–
night dew

Jan 10 2013

empty birdhouse—
I check my voice mail
in grey light

Jan 11, 2013

cold sheen
in the raised chalice—
her wet mumblings

Jan 12 2013

brittle
to my touch…
the old moon

DailyHaiku Cycle 14 Round 3 (January 2013)

January 23, 2013 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

sae foam (my tanka last year at Eucalypt)

sea foam
withdraws from the shore . . .
unspoken
these longings
that return to their birth

Eucalypt 12 May 2012

a tanka journal

IMG_0081Qualicum Beach

January 14, 2013 Posted by | poetry, tanka | , , , , , , | 2 Comments

sudden hail/distant thunder/overcast (my three haiku at Multiverses first issue)

“I have become more attached to these particular haiku than any others I have ever read, most likely due to the time I spent with each poem and the fact that I personally selected them as my favorites from the many submissions we received. Some are safe but well-crafted while others are daring yet unconventional. Regardless of their ‘place’ in the haiku form, they each stand on their own as haiku poems of merit, and, in my opinion, deserve to be read and appreciated. I hope you come to enjoy them as I have.”                                                                                          

—John Hawk, Haiku Editor


sudden hail
among my silk scarves
a silverfish

distant thunder
the flagstones
fading away

overcast
an orange scarf flails
on the clothesline

Multiverses 1:1 June 2012

(click on my blogroll for Multiverses)


July 5, 2012 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

morning dew/and still, a scratchy…(my haiku at LYNX June 2012)

morning dew
and still, a scratchy
cricket song

LYNX, June 2012

June 29, 2012 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

end of song (haiga)

 

June 28, 2012 Posted by | haiga, poetry | , , , , , | Leave a comment

some of my spring haiku with French translation by Serge Tome@tempslibres.org

 gray spring dawn-
the shiver of daffodils
in my bones

aube grise de printemps –
le frisson des jonquilles
dans mes os

this cold-
Sakura cherry blossoms
on my window

ce froid –
fleurs de cerisiers Sakura
à ma fenêtre

this sunless spring day
chickadees chatter on-
my indecisions

ce jour de printemps sans soleil
les mésanges discutent –
mes indécisions

                                        watching rain
                                                    drum beat on window pane–
                                                                                              the deaf cat

                                                                                   il regarde la pluie
tambouriner sur la vitre —
le chat sourd

spring fever–
shoots among the lilies
she can’t name

fièvre de printemps —
des pousses parmi les lys
qu’elle ne peux nommer

tempslibres.org

June 13, 2012 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

‘pine strand’ one of 365 haiku on your mobile phone

Read a haiku-a-day on your mobile phone. Yes, simply access your haiku app and anyone of the 365 haiku would show up as you click or shake your screen. You might read mine:

pine strand
flailing in night sky—
the first low star

Alegria Imperial
Lynx XXIII (2008)

The Haiku Foundation Haiku app Data Base 2012

May 2, 2012 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments