jornales

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

the bride (for One Shoot Sunday)

dawn
settles on her barefeet
a starling craving to
flex wings

the ground quivers
from her tender steps unease
spreads
among wet stones

she wiggles
off her restless sighs
to undo her veil of wind
her hair loosens

strands of singing
rise over the heartbeat
of sparrows
she becomes a pair of wings

shirred skirt
the feathers she preens
to a sheen that stuns
a hesitant sun

the day flexes
on her limbs a thrumming
wakens the tender
lilies she stalked in her dreams

she steps into
her gaping red shoes
the brooding crows
scatter

a ruckus spreads
among the dandelions
the seagulls catch in fevered
pitch

she walks
parting the congregation
in blindness deaf
to the grumbling

over the rise
among the pines she raises
her arms an arc
to the sky

a swallow
skimming the meadow
where heads limp in the breeze
but balloons from her wedding

the gulls shriek
it pierces her flight
she careens
down the hill snags

a thread of her dream
first a thump
of the wearied balloon
that pumped her wings

next her toes
like a bird poised to fly
in a fall

(c) by Alegria Imperial 2011

Photo prompt by Lauren Randolph

For One Shoot Sunday at One Shot Poetry, winner of the 2011 Shorty Award for the Arts. Come check us out and share your art and poetry–it’s what we do her, share and nurture each other.

April 10, 2011 Posted by | free verse, poetry, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 14 Comments

What do you see? (for One Shoot Sunday)

Photo prmpt by James Rainsford

1.
What do you see?
Not the span of my wings I ask not
Or the pin-lock of my beak

My eyes made of gems
Creation shielded you may not covet
If you could a universe

A glimpse of my wings
Such envy it has spawned in hearts like yours
The rufous I bank on in flight

If I perch on a shoulder
You could die in sheer awe of mine–ample
And reddish like the flare of the sun

Unsteady your life as your feet
Had rocked you solid blind to what I see
On my tarsus firm on a twig

2.
Stone from stone
That heart of yours locked in cold
I feel no pity

A head you preened
No sign of polish and spark
In coagulated cells

I squeal I do
Keee-r-r nothing to your hollow ears then
Mortar-filled now as your brain

A soul you wrapped
In manners as translucent as words un-rooted unlike
Mine seed-like but forward in my breast

I winter in forests you burrow
Lifeless in dark cavities imitating iridescent skies
Making it like home but you are wingless

3.
What do you see?
Battlefields you scoured between your agonies
And waning moons?

Or spires that sway under a mid-heaven
You strived to pierce to let spurt secrets
The constellations conceive?

Filigreed walls behind you
Await for storms to cease heaving
Whispering luring the darkness

Columns prop up the dome
You unfurled over the stare of an accusing sky
Do you see their spine corroding?

What do you see?

4.
As stone you see
Not twigs that soon arc to meet
A pink horizon

Or a black patch
Where drooping snowdrops
Bloom tufts on your path

You had trudged
On paths crushing crocuses and dandelions
Shredding silken azalea sighs

Eyes on grit you missed
Evergreens flailing in the wind to snag
the first low star

As you stepped into a
carrion’s day like a crow squawking at sky
hopping on a dumpster grinding by

I’m posting this poem for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry from a picture prompt by James Rainsford. Come join us in this gathering place where a most amazing selection of talented artists and poets share their work while nurturing each other.

March 20, 2011 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

you and i in seven pieces (for One Shot Wednesday)

1.
a flower basket moon—
tilting from a swing of arms
in revolving doors
our sighs uncompleted in the eaves
a storm hanging by a cloud

2.
squalling gulls
rip our day in shreds–
the only sound
between us and the stones
and the dying flowers

3.
why the mimosa
shrinks in pain at our steps–
i search for your scent
you squint from its thorns
i sip drops of night dew

4.
darkness leaves us blind
we grope for our eyes but find
our lips like embers
on a bed of pebbles left to die–
we thrum like restless stars

5.
we reap our moaning
gather folds of reticent dawn
into my breast–
you slice away your pain
my flesh thins out in your hands

6.
i beg for the sun
lodged in the cleavage of morning–
you toss it flaming
your destiny line singed
the line of your heart scarred

7.
i lie in wait–
the next moon comes astride
the east wind raging
washing away whirlpools of dust
baring the sun i conceived

soleil levant by Claude Monet 1872 courtesy of wikipedia

March 16, 2011 Posted by | poetry, tanka, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 16 Comments

i dare you (for One Shoot Sunday)

1.
i ground my being
in search of truth
and found
a scoop of silt

superficialities
i basked in surfaces
the sun swarmed
beguiling

choked my truths
in flashes
glories in seconds
fallen as ash

my pretenses
morphing into
this mush slipping
between my lips

entrapped
in your weakness
i dare you
unclad who i am

2.
who am this
being a pallid skein
of desire tangled
in despair

words dangle
on tips of bones
their flesh i picked off
in my darkness

suns melt
on my breath
gods cower in fear
over my stink

stones corrode
from my tears falling
as flint on my trail
dead embers

rain pools
sizzle on my passing
burn secrets
my footprints bred

3.
taunt me
if you have grit
the songs i spew
rattle angels

wangle crests
of waves my stare
long petrified on seas
turned cesspools

dare to cleanse
the air i poison
my soul departed
litter ivy beds

comb my hair
your fingers hanker
for my silken scales
to root in spirit

grind your being
with mine scrape off
your bareness toss out
your soul i dare you

Photo prompt by Fee Easton

Posted for One Shoot Sunday from a photo prompt by Fee Easton at One Stop Poetry where poets and artists share their art and their passion for it, a nurturing gathering place. Check us out.

March 13, 2011 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 14 Comments

To write a poem (wordplay on an old typewriter for One Shoot Sunday)

image prompt by Jack AZ part2

is not to catch
the words unlatched:

it is to meet
a current against the sweep

against the words
the patterns on the board

the words imprint
that later fade so like river silt.

To catch a poem
you can’t, unless eyes firm

eyes glued to the vaulted
deep from where had bolted

these words you unleash
on lines that leap

your fingers balancing
thought on words that slink.

To catch the thought
that storms into desert draught

you choose the speed
or letters scrambling in the deep

delude the eyes
escape the mind on ice

old keys do creak when cranked
to catch the lines unlatched.

To catch a storm wreaking
havoc on a heart sinking

in a slew of silted dreams
rusting on dredged streams

where winds howl threats
of maddened sand and dust like breaths

the finger tips must kiss
the letters naming muses hissing.

To catch the muses
soothe their caricatured faces

bare your soul salvaged
from old thoughts once baggage

tear out the paper
spewing lies of hereafter

catch the words that spell
the truth about their names true to their spell

on you to write a poem.

Posted for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry where a community of poets and artists share their love for their art and continue to sustain each other. Check us out!

February 27, 2011 Posted by | poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 20 Comments

mirrors (for One Shoot Sunday)

mirrors—
a stare that stares back
in whose eyes?
wheat fields glinting
bouncing beaten gold off skies

too heavy
to leap past the frame
onto infinity–
beyond the grip of stones
where shadows rumble

old bones
clatter awaiting the wind
in bed with the moon
petrified butterfly clouds fold wings
weeds ogle at blue gaps

thunder
conceives lightning flashes
mirrors eye
the brittle sighing in the cairn
far off where desires lie

in complicity
with the sun—who stares back
in the mirror? a stare that stares back
in whose eyes beyond the frame
but stone on stone

Neutral Hills by Sean McCormick

Posted for One Shoot Sunday on One Stop Poetry from a photo by Sean McCormick. Here at OSP a vibrant community of poets and artists share their love for their art. Check us out.

February 13, 2011 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 20 Comments

Heart on wings (One Shot Wednesday)

Stone on my steps,
is it? But a sparrow
side-lain, staring

ending a flight quite swift
arrow-taut toward water
that fooled its foolish heart.

How could pea-eyes
know traps between air
and sky could seem nothing?

Tiny hearts spurt sighting
their longing–to a sweet sparrow
wings on water.

Flitting straight on,
heart on wings
the water a beak within–

except that glass
is also water.

I am posting this poem for One Shot Wednesday 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 8, 2010 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 11 Comments

Count 1234 (One Shoot Sunday)

*inspired by a photo taken during the Great Depression

1234 the counting beats
on soles the pavements
suffer through

–sorrows smudge hunger
pouting on granite
fissured by want.

Does counting
drill away the hunger?
As if to dig up

completes the burying,
hunger in bags
as crap.

What is the anatomy
of want? Under lenses
combine 1234 in thickness–

in sum, does hunger
make sense? Raking up
senselessness bares bones,

innocence the marrow.
In 1234 nothing shows but
the waiting as if

it were a birthright–
the anatomy for hunger.
Combine 1234 in lean-ness

in sum what rings up? Only
the stark stare, the rage
of hunger—the true sum.

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
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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.

November 28, 2010 Posted by | poetry, reflection | , , , , , , , , , | 22 Comments

paper moon

paper moon—
too high
for the autumn wind

by Alegria Imperial 9th place haiku kukai Sketchbook 5-5 SepOct 2010

I am posting this poem for One Shot Wednesday at the One Stop Poetry blog.

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1. Write a poetic piece & post it on your blog
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November 17, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , | 10 Comments

“…but i beg for eyes…” (break from haiku)

From “a beggar’s prayer”
“…
but i beg for eyes that open skies
hooded by grease,
a warm brew to douse my morning
to wash off the grit of my waking…”

by Alegria Imperial published in “Let Us Pray”, Sketchbook SepOct 2010

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
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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.

November 14, 2010 Posted by | poetry | , , , , , , , , | 7 Comments