One of three haiga at
Notes from the Gean 3:4 March 2012 (on my blogroll)
time
sifting through stones
for inconstancies
haiku: alegria imperial, canada
image: eleanor angeles, usa

March 22, 2012
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haiga7 for haiga-a-day made with clip art on Microsoft Publisher
abducted fireflies
glowing in its eyes
frog
Another post for Rick Daddario’s haiga-a-day challenge at 19 Planets Art Blog, which I created from a clip art on Microsoft Publisher.
And what’s behind the image of the frog? This…
Noticing what could be unseen or merely imagined, magnifying the significance of what would be otherwise, some speck lost in the swarm of air particulates, this is what poetry, especially haiku, does to me. My mind cannot seem to work within limitations of space and time, or even sensations. What’s beyond a simple object in a single moment becomes a truth that breaks through thought barriers. Take the frog.
Basho has immortalized its break out of anonymity with his famous haiku, ‘old pond’. Reading it again and again, one steps into the monastic peace of an old pond until a frog that one hardly notices among stones, plops, and animates the peace with the sound of water. In a moment, the old pond turns into a universal moment of any moment that once was lifeless, suddenly, breathing from the unexpected.
My haiga is hardly a takeoff from Basho’s frog. It does not have the quietness of it, nor of the objective quality that identifies the poet as the observer but in whose mind, reality is arranged into three lines that total into a truth. While an observation as well, mine is less objective in that I state what I suppose in what I see, namely, the glow in a frog’s eye–seen especially in the dark. Knowing what it feeds on, I imagine fireflies and connect it with that glow. In reality, it is far-fetched as we know that anything creatures eat ends up far from the eyes, in the stomach. If a glow ever shows in the eye, it is that of satisfaction. But what I have done here, or think so, anyway, is tweak reality and made it slide into poetic thought, some other truth.
September 16, 2011
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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
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I like this poem, its rhythm or just the sound of it when I read or recite it. It’s one of those for which I’d write myself a check of $1,000 for my “jornal”. What do you think?
now’s a sound, a
hacking
in space a rhythmic
splicing
a phantom hand
scythe upright
in greed
cutting in swaths
—its mode a sharp embrace:
no sweetness
there
now’s a push but no
sudden one, instead a
jabbing
in the skull
a stabbing not for blood
but eternal
jiggling swaggering
a relentless dribbling
of words and water to whet
though never—
that’s how it feeds
a pattern scissoring
now is
a space splitting blankness
into ‘then’
and ‘later ‘ bulking up
with what’s decayed
one row what’s nothing
the other
only now knows
a pulse but not
the kind on which
life hangs
now’s a beat that
threatens a breath
this fragile silk
now snaps in two
once the known now
the unknown
© Copyright 2007 by Alegria Imperial/Published in poetslane, iluko.com
April 5, 2009
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abducted fireflies (haiga7 for 19 Planets Art Blog)
haiga7 for haiga-a-day made with clip art on Microsoft Publisher
abducted fireflies
glowing in its eyes
frog
Another post for Rick Daddario’s haiga-a-day challenge at 19 Planets Art Blog, which I created from a clip art on Microsoft Publisher.
And what’s behind the image of the frog? This…
Noticing what could be unseen or merely imagined, magnifying the significance of what would be otherwise, some speck lost in the swarm of air particulates, this is what poetry, especially haiku, does to me. My mind cannot seem to work within limitations of space and time, or even sensations. What’s beyond a simple object in a single moment becomes a truth that breaks through thought barriers. Take the frog.
Basho has immortalized its break out of anonymity with his famous haiku, ‘old pond’. Reading it again and again, one steps into the monastic peace of an old pond until a frog that one hardly notices among stones, plops, and animates the peace with the sound of water. In a moment, the old pond turns into a universal moment of any moment that once was lifeless, suddenly, breathing from the unexpected.
My haiga is hardly a takeoff from Basho’s frog. It does not have the quietness of it, nor of the objective quality that identifies the poet as the observer but in whose mind, reality is arranged into three lines that total into a truth. While an observation as well, mine is less objective in that I state what I suppose in what I see, namely, the glow in a frog’s eye–seen especially in the dark. Knowing what it feeds on, I imagine fireflies and connect it with that glow. In reality, it is far-fetched as we know that anything creatures eat ends up far from the eyes, in the stomach. If a glow ever shows in the eye, it is that of satisfaction. But what I have done here, or think so, anyway, is tweak reality and made it slide into poetic thought, some other truth.
September 16, 2011 Posted by alee9 | comment, haiga, haiku, poetry, reflection | 19 Planets Art blog, alegria imperial, Basho, clip art, creatures, Daily life, Daily wage, dark, eyes, fireflies, frog, haiga-a-day, haiku, haiku moment, jornales, Microsoft Publisher, objective, peace, pond, reality, Rick Daddario, sensations, sound of water, space, stomach, stones, time, unexpected, universal moment | 4 Comments