jornales

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

My Most Beautiful Thing: an odd rainbow (so far)


(a haibun diary entry)

…the walk I had written you about did happen at a bird sanctuary estuary from the arm of the Fraser River that we know and a beach, first on foot paths that slithered among reeds and sedge grass taller than me, blushes of wild daisies with red hearts and knots like hairs on tips of red cloud weeds, getting wilder as the path deepened into the trees, the air singing with chirps and love calls or chatter rising from the thick clumps of more grass by the water’s edge—a gravel walk finally came to view and out of the canopy of brambles the sky spanned out with a swatch of pink, unlike the tender pink dabs we had waken some dawns but more like an odd rainbow of pinks we haven’t seen yet, straying from the sun’s aureole, but as if only for show because it began thinning out into a breath as the walk curved toward the river shore, same sands we would braid our steps on those mornings that summer a year ago and so, imagine me recalling us

sinking feet in the sand
we draw the tide line
closer to our morning

(My Most Beautiful Thing “blogsplash” celebrates Fiona Robyn’s new novel, The Most Beautiful Thing.)


April 25, 2012 Posted by | haibun, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

sea foam (haiku)

sea foam
remnants of our resistance
drowning on sand

November 22, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry, reflection | , , , , , | Leave a comment

renegade (for One Shoot Sunday)

Photo prompt by Rosa Frei

the wind ceases soughing
on its own tracks—
a sputtering light sinks
in the dunes burrowing into dark
secrets the sun furrowed
in its grief
he knows

two dromedaries
behind him cast swaying shadows
dancing to ulululations in the vastness
his droning crazes the stars
sand grit hazed—
he craves for endearments

he stumbles on his own fears
the head stone fractures his seeing
night glows on the foot stone
his own finality writ
he gathers his being in his jalabiyya the wind
left flapping

the desert looms around him—
an open wound of cryptic rhythms—
he scrapes his restless darkness
off imprints on the sand
a phantom hisses death
on his mute shababa he staggers on

another wind billows in the desert
another sky arcs over remains
of the sun simmering
on tarnished sand
he looks up
to infinity funneled
in the black and white
of his eyes

the beaten gold of the desert
sizzles out

Copyright (c) by Alegria Imperial

Free verse composed from a photo prompt by Rosa Frei for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry, a gathering of poets and artists sharing their talents, nurturing each other. Check us out. Bettery yet, come join us.

May 1, 2011 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 9 Comments

Scars (for One Shot Wednesday)

Buried crosses mark the grave of
my dreams, swags of pelt my days
had shed.

On crest of foam the sun floats, rising
only to splinter on sand where I picked
my dawns on the loam of my waking.

Waves heave but on my breath die, heaps
of air too leaden for flying. I crave
for sleep blankness promised: as

the sea washes blank the sky, its blueness
sinks to my cheeks. I wear the dawn,
a bruised mask.

Who reads my mask steals inscriptions of
secrets, sighs whorled in space: betrayal
has stripped me raw

my flesh, layers of omissions. I plaster
ribbons of sin on my breast, waiting in corners
where I remain still dreaming.

Posted for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry where this day of the week, amazing poetry is shared by more than a hundred poets whose passion and love for the art comes ablaze. Join us and be inflamed like I’ve been since.

February 16, 2011 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

the copper sea (for One Shoot Sunday)

the sun sets copper
on the sea swarming over
desert longings
lapping our dreams

on our footprints
a heat rises on ghosts
of foam cresting
for the stars

the sand sinks
death our sun desires
drained on our footprints
unquenched

no shadows lurk
here the light fractures
the pining twilight
leaves splinters

on the sand
the copper sea turns in
a petulant phantom
on our footprints

unwashed silted

footprints by Iquanyin Moon

Posted for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry, a community of poets and artists who love their art and sustain each other.

January 30, 2011 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 14 Comments

in the stable/the magi

The three Magi before Herod, France, early 15th century. Stained glass: colored glass, grisaille; lead. Restored by F. Pivet, 1999. Artist unknown. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

in the stable
the donkey brays
at knowing magi

a magus’ myrrh
its almost fragrance
only for the babe

conversations–
the magi, the Star
a sleeping babe

the magi
scattered on sand–
mere shadows

among sand dunes
the magi
still counting stars

December 29, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

flotsam

flotsam–

digging in the sand

for nothing

August 11, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , | 2 Comments