jornales

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

Meanwhile, I’m writing non-haikai* poetry–here’s my 14th

No. 14 (non-haikai) curlicues

 

who would imagine

a laced peace banquet of soldier ants

bowling over a strange lobster

 

as war winds whoosh in

tumbling half filled cups

 

meanwhile, hidden in bushes

a truce between magpies stalls

over recyclable ladles

 

beyond the gates

arthritic oak limbs crackle

 

as a diagnosis befalls

dusky walls about an orphan’s

spelling of melan chocolic

 

somewhere, a homecoming sergeant

with wounds missing skin eats a map

 

as devastation news

swarm on beaches where algae

turns toxic red dye

 

a moss hill rises on a hero’s nose

and on the street renamed Desire…erasures

 

in a battle manifesto

 

*nod to Johannes S.H. Berg, editor of bones, a journal for new haiku, who coined non-haikai rising as they do from a swarm of haiku. Tell me, what you think, will you please?

September 19, 2014 Posted by | haiku | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

5 Memorial Day haiku of loss and remembrance

i look up
and still that fractured sky–
911 some days

Pearl Harbor–
the only war this orphan knows–
my 90-year old aunt

his saber
still in its silver sheath–
the soldier long gone

memorial wall–
all those summers
these young men missed

in full regalia
he gazes into the void
among the living

—all posted (except #3) at the NaHaiWriMo facebook site for the prompt, ‘Memorial Day, loss and remembrance’

May 30, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment