jornales

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

Six of my haiku at DailyHaiku Cycle 14 Round 3 (Jan 2013)

Jan 06 2013

swing
twisting by itself—
wreathed school yard

Jan 07 2013

snowfall
…in a cup
…the hush

Jan 08 2013

red lobster–
her prying glance
through the mist

Jan 09 2013

as needed
to plumb the darkness–
night dew

Jan 10 2013

empty birdhouse—
I check my voice mail
in grey light

Jan 11, 2013

cold sheen
in the raised chalice—
her wet mumblings

Jan 12 2013

brittle
to my touch…
the old moon

DailyHaiku Cycle 14 Round 3 (January 2013)

January 23, 2013 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

After Melissa (Red Dragonfly)

After Melissa’s latest post: explaining why a haiku is written or what’s the story behind your haiku?

This haiku came out of the fragments of some days. Like coming in and out of the courtyard from the back door for me to go up the third floor to our condo apartment, I hardly ever miss to glance at the garden. Frostbitten now, ruined by the rains and so far, one snowfall, the day lilies have liquified into mush like some neglected salad greens in the fridge; the roses but a memory of silk petals, now all cracked petrified limbs. The bald red maple strung with rainbow bulbs hardly hints at the red dragonflies–its pod sacks–swinging on its twigs. Muddied mounds by a corner used to be azaleas burning in fuschia. The rest have shed their names with their flowers except for the hydrangeas as if preserved in stained sepia though utterly disheveled. Alana from penthouse #7, in whose hands these bloomed, passes by the garden unstopping unlike me. But I imagine her indifference as merely a masquerade for a broken heart. I imagined in a gesture of finality for her heart to let heal and begin again…

she uproots
her disheveled hydrangeas–
first day of the year

January 4, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment