jornales

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

My offering for International Haiku Poetry Day 2015 today

    mornings

             in the language of camellias…

                                     moonrise too soon

 

my flight

prompted by a unicorn–

blue mountains

 

                                                                peel by peel

                                                          the moon in my palm

                                                                    a heart

 

 

serenade

with a sleight of his hand

a lilac sky

 

unveiled

a cascade of apple blossoms

in the widow’s breast

 

April 17, 2015 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

another throwback post…a tanka ‘duet’ at LYNX journal

as the moon

transforms in sunlight

we shift roles

you into a clown, i

a hummingbird

 

in my palm

the fortune teller

traces lines

one slides off my destiny

away from yours

 

LYNX  XXVII:I February 2012

 

October 6, 2014 Posted by | poetry, tanka | , , , , , | Leave a 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

under a wilting sky (for One Shoot Sunday)

'he never calls' photo prompt by Rob Hanson

notes you left on a wrinkled sky
that’s never blue always a heartless hue bruises
no sun can stand

shifts eternity imposes: no mere pauses—
your convenient absence these slashes
on tender paper you tore off the back of my palm

excuses I proffer—my veins throb so
in your presence—you deride lips smacking
on listless air my shroud

under a waiting sky, wilting
no one knows why

who but the heart
that knows knows when a smile
alights on a voice

who among the spaces senses
a smile as it wings its path to the heart
that knows

a flight quite swift aboard a voice still quite
mute its ring a sound only when it alights
on the heart that knows knows

what that smile knows knows its birth in the heart
only the heart that knows knows
why waiting

wilts the sky

Posted for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry from an image prompt by Rob Hanson in this inimitbale gathering place of poets and artists.Cenck us out. Better yet, hop in!

June 12, 2011 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments