jornales

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

new year’s gift (from the dragon)

Akemashite Omedetou Gozaimasu

(Happy New Year: the dragon enters)

January 2, 2012 Posted by | haiga, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

new year/waiting on the moon

Original caption from NASA: "S103-E-5037 (21 December 1999)--- Astronauts aboard the Space Shuttle Discovery recorded this rarely seen phenomenon of the full Moon partially obscured by the atmosphere of Earth. The image was recorded with an electronic still camera at 15:15:15 GMT, Dec. 21, 1999.". Courtesy of wikicommons

new year

waiting on the moon

to bask in the sun

(Note:  current moon phase is waxing crescent or 38 percent full)

December 31, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

new year

new year–
unwrapping her rabbit stole
finally

January 1, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

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