A selection of works by `jade-pandora showing the incredible breadth of talent of this amazing artist. |


The Mouse and the PeaThe Mouse and the Pea (Haibun)The Mouse and the Pea
Once upon a time but not too long ago, a little white mouse in fear of her life escaped from a laboratory. Tired and bewildered, she found her way to a friendly-looking house and huddled under a stove... warm, but so lonely. Later that evening, a pea rolled off the kitchen table where the family had eaten supper. The mouse scuttled the little green orb and snuffled it with her quivery pink nose. Oh she was very hungry, but she adored the pea's company, for it had come to her! She curled up with the pea and fell fast asleep. In the mor


Shaman"Shaman"Shaman
the blinding light makes me cry,
hurting me even as it heals
where it comes from, the
earth shaman pulls it from the sky
from the mist that keeps him from entering heaven, where
it rains silver-blue and gold, his hands pull from me
black spots of disease, white-hot threads pass through
turning bile into
pure energy, going inwards the blessing of his craft his selflessness - the gift he himself
cannot partake of
his kind eyes, from which his own
A selection of works by `jade-pandora showing the incredible breadth of talent of this amazing artist. |


Autumn Haiku Renga - with Jade"Autumn Haiku Renga" (collab with John & Jade)Autumn Haiku Renga - with Jade
Jade-
captured in bishop's weed, dancing shadows
of gypsy moths John-
amidst a scattering of leaves one flaps its wings Jade-
the bellows wheeze- wind stripping the old tree
in one day John-
schoolchildren arriving- wind-blown leaves raked into a pile Jade-
the crackle of flames- dried leaves hurling by John-
glinting on my windshield- mist aspiring to
Lotus

momentsthere are moments of clarity when greatness swells before me a universe in the instant of birthmoments
I bob on the surface perceiving depths, complexities, an empathy, of such capacity to embrace creation
in those moments reality dwindles to the size of the speck that is me with no credence to spare on my own significance
Brownian motion attests the incredulity: the worth to an infinite heart of a mote adrift in the void
but then, her earth-rich mahogany eyes create the world and bring me home again


arrow of timeThe arrow of time spun from gold to straw curls to black ringletsarrow of time
the fumes of its passing obscure revealing only this moment


Haikuthon - July 2009- 1 - (haiku) sparse gems- summer dew passes with the morning- 2 - (tanka) venerable stones- from clouds, ancient mystics observe their dignity- 3 - (tanka) peaking under tree eves- the sun's sultry touch finds the car already hot- 4 - (haiku/senryu) blazing sky-flower- its thunderous birth sparks infant tears - 5 - (haiku) wave battered- a child's enjoyment of his torment- 6 - (tanka) rains of sunlight deflected by a gray miasma - 7 - (haiku/senryu) a timely waft clears more tHaikuthon - July 2009


Barren"Barren"Barren
How it has been for me this past year of seasons, when the deceptive normalcy of wild flowers and
perfect skies mocked me while in my perpetual winter...
where there is no snow
to cover and lull
the frozen ground or soften the starkness
of tree limbs, brittle as my own...
where Styrofoam birds
alternately float and plummet, never to fly south
beyond the cardboard skyline-
where I find no sanctuary
in which to hibernate... to forget and splinter,
in torpor


Vigilance"Vigilance"Vigilance
the forecast is for rain, a cold and bitter
bear of a rainstorm lumbering down the coast
too soon after the
fire storms of late summer, exposing the hillsides with pie crust for topsoil
just as I am laid bare this moment, this future past when first I saw you, certain you'd never see me...
willing to quietly pine my fertility away, for you've already
been given children...
I just want to give you everything else-
because inevitably, the hillsides will cascade &n
Kazuki
Thank you for giving us the best NaNo chat ever! I look forward to next year.
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Now me lay down to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down like sheep.
Give dem to me nice and dead.
Me no happy til me fed.
-Bedtime prayer of crocs, Pearls Before Swine
Thank you so much for bestowing faves on more of my work - you're too good to me!
"Deadbolt" [link]
"Hunted" [link]
"Undertow" [link]
"Vigilance" [link]
"Barren" [link]
ooppss
looks like I thanked you for one you haven't fave'd yet
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玉
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We write (to express) ourselves through others... maybe because we're too afraid to express ourselves as ourselves... writing helps us to determine our true motives, dreams, and fears.- =illuminara
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玉: 我的天使 ♥
Always look on the bright side... there's more light there and it's easier to find stuff.
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