jornales

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

At DailyHaiku’s Cycle 14 November round, my haiku

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November 25, 2012

carapace

the strand of emptiness

i tuck away 

                                                                                              

November 26, 2012

chill

a brick tile

cuts

across clouds  

                                                                                      

November 27, 2012

late night special

the postman rings

                                                                                                    a broken bell 

                                                                                              November 28, 2012

summing up the stars fallen leaves

 

November 29, 2012

cloud shapes

the turns we make

                                                                                                          in secret

November 30, 2012

tideline

the calculated risks

of dreaming

                                                                                                

                                                                                                December 01, 2012

because it’s your turn

autumn rain

                                        

                                                                                               

Please pardon the imperfect layout. It’s actually perfect in the editing page but somehow, when the post comes out, some lines go astray. I’ve been working on it for the last three hours but it just wouldn’t straighten out. Must be a trickster at play…it’s the first time I just can’t figure out what’s wrong. I hope you’ll read the haiku and enjoy them instead,  while glossing over the dancing lines. Thanks again for following jornales!                                                                                             

 (Artwork is mine, created in my iPod with doodoo)                                    

 

December 17, 2012 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

trimming the tree/winter full moon

1.
trimming the tree–
a cat’s frame
not a star

2.
winter full moon—
the missing napkin ring
beside the Star

–haiku for jornales friends with my wishes for the most of yours during this Christmas season and the new Year!

The lunar eclipse saluted us first, extravagantly, too, and the winter full moon sails on into our wishes among the constellations, sometimes witnessing for us who cannot see stars skidding through Light Years that will never be visible in our time. The secret in our lives is the moment, the moment lived whether fully or not, aware or not.

The moment I just learned on reading an issue of Poetry (December 2006) is thus the essence of all art. Art must not only capture it but live it for us the way we actually do but can’t fathom–in the hugeness of the universe and Time–until an artist does it for us.

You and I, newbie or master, implanted with the seed to let art blossom must take command–do we have a choice? You and I know we don’t have as it has taken over our souls, the deepset recesses of our being even, as I know from lines you generously leave here. Thank you–if I could but reinvent the word!

last winter in fornt of a dressed-up Vancouver Art Gallery when snow defaulted on Vancouver during the 2010 Winter Olympics

December 23, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment