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


I wrote this poem during one of those moments when feelings and reality crunch into images that in turn transform into words. It’s a favorite among those who have read it where I posted it a few months ago. Because readers like it, I give myself a ‘jornal’ of another $800.



crystal drops said to ease

a heart dammed with regrets

bitter drops known as balm

for a seared spirit no kiss

could soothe could heal

salty drips on lips

cracked with sadness

the dryness of a drought

absence of rain

has not caused

droplets but not dew

in the morning

a spark to tease

a blinded heart


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April 17, 2009 Posted by | poetry | , , , , | Leave a comment