jornales

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

chilled lines (haiga shared at Fusion)

chilled lines sunsets once

 

reflection composed with doodooo on my iPod

shared at Fusion

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October 18, 2012 Posted by | haiga, poetry, reflection | , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Robert Frost’s stone house in Shaftsbury, Vermont

 

He had bought this house to try his hand at farming but quite unsuccessfully, yet he kept it, visiting it intermittently while he taught in and around the state. The house is now a modest museum with sparse furniture but paneled with text, chronicling his life and poetry. It’s here in a room facing south of what is now a field of wild flowers that he wrote his most anthologized and quoted poem, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” one June morning following the winter he went horse riding. The room is dedicated to the poem, including how he wrote it—as a whole in one sweep—controversies regarding a comma, discussions and debates on what he meant by his most quoted stanza, as well as critics’ attempts at drawing out from him more than what he wrote. They agree on the ‘ulteriority’ of his poetry as he insisted there is no hidden meaning in his lines. He simply meant ‘it was getting late and I had to go home.’ But debates rage on…

 

“…The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.”

As a lover of his poetry, having been introduced to ‘his woods’ in my youth in a faraway tropical country, visiting his house has meant, for me, finding fulfillment of a yet another vague dream.

Alegria Imperialtxt/Eleanor Angelespix

September 17, 2012 Posted by | personal essay, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

as the moon/in my palm (2 tanka at LYNX)

1. 

as the moon

transforms in sunlight

we shift roles

you into a clown, i

a hummingbird

2. 

in my palm

the fortune teller

traces lines

one slides off my destiny

away from yours

LYNX  XXVII:I February 2012

February 21, 2012 Posted by | poetry, tanka | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

autumn wind (correction 11/09)

autumn wind–
the chapel door
closes early

by Alegria Imperial
7th place Sketchbook 5 SeptOct kukai
(Checkout the haiku thread as well–a lot of great haiku from poets of 70 countries who participated. Correction: 70 poems sent with 27 voted on/posted from poets of 10 countries)

Sometimes, a haiku moment just crystallizes. I must have been quite stilled when this one slipped in. But of course, just as swiftly, such a moment has sort of vanished and I’m fumbling through some lines again.

November 5, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments