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April Showers...So many delicious pieces...enjoy!

Snowdrops by IvannaDarkEncyclica(14/30) by oviedomedinaGarden by AdriaticaCreationDay 13 by MedorikoSirenia by PlacidAnemia
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The light gift by SweetlylouWinged Things (8/30) by moonkata84I Love Bees by mj-magicThought Dreams_07 by caddmanNaPoWriMo April 1st-7th 2016 by Jade-Pandora
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April Showers... by Scarlettletters


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Hi, Nemo, guess who! I managed my way through the archaic-speak, and the length of this piece, and have come out the other side with an appreciation of your obvious efforts, and also am left, as a reader, with several issues to suggest edits for: The first thing I found myself doing right off as I b...

My admiration for this capture is heightened by #1: the use of black and white film, and #2: the way the photographer has set the lighting on the model’s skin. His choice of light and background brings out a satin tone, giving gradation of grays that impress the viewer with variations across every i...


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Spring by KmyGraphic

Better late than never, but it's time, with the change of seasons, to
celebrate, and do features, for SPRINGTIME!  I'm happy to display
a wonderful variety of how Spring affects us all, both visually, and
poetically.  I hope all of you are enjoying the change, and feeling
the twitterpated flutter of love's wing'ed spirit!  So, without adieu:

(A spring Haiku I composed at this moment)

pillows for morning's dew
linger in spring's light

Spring Tanka
the foot path
that runs along a stream
near where he works,
feeling spring's
first touch upon us there
waiting for the wild plum
to bloom—
my yearning
his morning rituals
late afternoon,
a cold overcast from the bay—
winter, like a lover I've
grown tired of
who is loath to leave
upstairs, wrapped in velour
we looked out at
bare branches yesterday,
a riot of
tender new green today
after dinner and the taste
of take-out kisses,
the hush of a
spring shower—
winter founders out to sea
teacups gently rattle
on the nightstand
as we turn in unison,
leaving new rings
in the light of a half-moon
last spring, I couldn't walk
and now
the day so fair, yet
a gull flies inland
pulling back the blinds,
my body adorned with
opal light
from a spring moon rising—
resting, he lies watching
Spring Reminiscencesnow melts-
bones of Winter
grin from the grass
scalloped leaves-
a caterpillar's
dream catchers
at dawn's first light-
cocoon remnants
morning dew-
sun bonnets in vogue-
a bee attends
high tea
a tabby preens
on the porch-
ant queue
wasp nest
in my mailbox-
unpaid bills
a brief life
serenades from the reeds-
eternal Spring

Senryu of Spring Courting
my fruit
hairless river
       moon flirtation
      the gossip
   spent blossoms
        in love
tanka of anticipation by Jade-Pandora Gathering(a Sonnet)
He fills both hair and arms to glory her
With all the flowers lavender and blue.
Draws scent to waiting nostrils blossoms' stir
That seems to match the tremor of their hue.
He shakes the dewdrops all until they're gone,
To rain upon her eyes and lips between.
She so adores the muted light of dawn
That keeps the colors of her buds pristine.
The other colors of this pallet bring
A daisy wheel of yellow, red and peach,
To give to her a rainbow arc of spring,
And give to him her love within his reach;
In future parting seasons, colors fade,
Their scent, however, never dies away.

Epochghostly scatterings of blackbirds-
hallucinations in their wake,
like the low-lying fog
below the clouds
just before rain comes
and plays blues in the streets,
filling the gutters
where uranium fish glow,
while in blows the sweet scent
of new grass and sage, secreted
in the alleys of abandoned chaos
that cover bygone seasons
of attempt and loss-
the baritone of wind through
the nostrils of the old tree
where I stand under its limbs
of sparse buds
(perhaps the last year)
to a chorus of knuckles cracking
from the slow heavy drips on  
the hood of my Mackintosh;
a yellow jacket flying amidst
the gray morning
of an empty Sunday,
waiting in the eye of
the epoch of our spring
with its audacious need
to be born, even if by breech
to the sound of racing footsteps,
the scree of lightning,
and the clank of forceps
The onset of Spring finds me
engorged with fresh flowers,
their petals shade my vision.
Turning inwards, I watch the
vines of my fertile thoughts
and feel tremors of fertility
coiling through and
out my ears and navel
and every other breach.
Dislodged savory for the suitors
who still wear their chilblains
of Winter like epaulets,
their thin cracked lips,
taciturn and bleeding for my
suckling breasts of green limes.
Knowingly available, my body
awakening with its risen grain that
you seek the tender most fragrance of,
yearning for the still unripe fruit
that hangs high, and would little and
bitter yield to slake one's thirst.

springtime by LunaFeles Hanami by LunaFeles
Springtime by clippercarrillo Springtime Chickadee by tuftedpuffin
Springtime in Helmsley by YorkshireSam Yasnaya Polyana by Dmitriyphoto
Springtime explorer by AngiWallace Momma duck and the fluffballs by hoschie
Tulips 3 by zaphotonista Tulips 14 by zaphotonista
This brief moment 3 by Mark-Heather Hilltop by jordangrimmer
Springtime Folly 22 by Flyawayautumn Empty Spaces IV | Sunrise in the Mist by thrumyeye Fairytail by OlgaBoyko
Springtime!! by shocs The Gosling in the Grass by thrumyeye
Spring! by thrumyeye Into Spring by KedTheMidnightWalker

springtime flood by Grypwolf The Light of Spring by moyan
SPRINGTIME PEACOCK by 1arcticfox Green Spring Morning by sae-midori
Nature Wakes by Shadoweddancer Breath of Life by MoonsongWolf
Springtime by micai April by escume
The Monarch by yaamas The Meadow Faery by yaamas
A Little Bit of Spring by jasminetoad Sitting on a Sunflower by jasminetoad
Springtime for Penguins by toonbaboon Gift: Springtime Geisha by mihijime
SPRING by yaamas Reproduction August Pierre- Springtime by kuroi-onee
Spring Perfume by Huguettepizzic Springtime Contest 2012 by Umiko-hen
  IMAGININGS by Leonid Afremov by Leonidafremov Spring forest by Leonid Afremov by Leonidafremov

springtime melodyMy lips will feel you
my tongue will sublimate you.
Life will flow
through windings
ardent and secret.
Streams will swell
and flow out,
raging rivers,
shower of thousand fires
will patter and come together
in a smooth  and intense melody
which will 
Leaving behind
a light smell
of stripped spring.
SpringtimeIn the gardens she walked, wand'ring
Through the grasses bright with blossoms
'Neath the trees and leaves and branches--
I was watching from my window,
Dreaming of a springtime coming
When I might go down to meet her;
Open wide the door to greet her;
Join her in her aimless wand'ring.
Now the blooms are pale and bloodless--
Veins in tatters as the leaves rip--
And the grasses green and flowing
Are dried wisps, alone and lonely.
Now the path with needles littered
Is untrod, and in the dust there
Nothing stirs, no footsteps linger:
She no longer comes to wander.
I am young and fear to find her
Wand'ring in the wild weather
Where the ground is frozen over
Frosted with the ice of winter--
I am young and fear I've lost her
To a dead land; to a cold land
I am young and fear to find her
I'm afraid I never found her.
But I leave my curtained window;
Leave my room and leave my garden.
Leave the flowers to their dying
Leave the grasses dead and drying--
For I leave my fear behind me
Nothing here

Spring Has Held Life in Her HandsSunlight is pouring past her lips as she cradles newborn fawns. Vines twist and spiral into a calligraphy of green memories; she bats her eyes causing petals to glide on softened breezes. As she hangs leaflets on branches and tucks in tree roots with blankets of moss  she smiles. Mountains cry, with snow trickling down their peaks. She places circlets of white flowers at their feet; her hands brush the sliding snow away.  
She builds a castle of iris and lilies over the world with purples, pinks, and reds dotting the horizon. The people look up and shudder as a sudden peace engulfs them. Spring digs moats of morning dew beneath drawbridges of grass. Placing a tiara of clovers against the sides of dead trees, grass spurting forth from their wounds she sings. Birds flit between the branches of her hair, chirping a song of return into her ear.
The clouds stretch awake at the sound of Spring, chuckling hello with a wave of white. Forests clamor for her touch and she obliges, unfu
Lady SpringShe dances through the woods,
Her long, blonde hair flying.
Her bare feet touch the ground
And grass pops up in her wake.
Her fingers sweep around,
Touching the trees and bushes,
Making them burst into bloom
As she daintily twirls around.
Her dress is a blast of color,
Pinks, yellows, greens, and blues,
Falling from below her breasts
In long, single, fairy-like fabrics.
She sings, and the sun shines,
Peeking out from behind the clouds.
She cries soft little tears of joy,
And light drops of rain come down.
Wherever she spins and dances,
Flowers bloom in her steps.
And out come the curious animals,
A little parade behind Lady Spring.

spring breakI know things, after all;
not exactly wisdom
but little tidbits
to fit everything
like why I was left here
to begin with
a pile of growths
an avalanche of vessels
hurriedly assembled
running late
flung over bones
why I dumbly teeter like an old trophy
coffee table art
that bronze figurine mom’s boyfriend took with him
when he split
a naked nymph, arms flung back, chin
in the clasp of some great headwind
fashioned to be coveted
why I loom over new spring ants
like an ancient obelisk
angry and unfathomable
and my heavy house is sinking in the gumbo
chickweed curling
around a slow explosion
in the mud
why the birds sound so different
when I woke this morning
the grackles’ wretched trumpets
always dying
on their last wing
there’s a weightless strumming
from willow warblers
sifting through the double panes of dirty glass
like warm filaments
on my arms
why I look
to the light
from a cloud edge
graying on the cedar fence
Yellow Spring
It came in tasteful gestures on a shouldered backward breeze.
Ghosts of smiling children rocked the rusting set of swings.
Plucking yellow daisy tops, in streams the stones did sink.
While birds of cream and navy rode above a gust of pink.
The sun rays pressed their fingers through the isle of cobwebbed clouds.
Spitting shafts of sunlight lift the humming branches' sound.
The sipping of the soil weaned as dewdrops fell in threes.
In this brutte of cradled roots I lay beneath the trees.

Spring ThunderstormClouds gather
above a shivering landscape,
and it's time for our lips
to cease the utterance
of empty words.
Raindrops find their way
through open windows,
and the drapes caress the wind
as my fingertips discover
the heat of your skin.
The sky ignites
between our lips,
and in your eyes I see
the universe.
Stars burning,
thunder rolling,
infinity forever shifting
between us.
Lightning strikes,
and our hearts are no longer
timid metronomes,
but a thunderstorm of early Spring;
holding eternity within
every drop of rain.
haiku for springspring birthdays
my loved ones

Tanka (Spring Unfolds)Like a fan,
  skillfully painted,
     spring unfolds,
plum-blossom pink and
  lichen green. . . .
Share shallow meadow pond
cows go wading in spring warmth
indignant geese flap

Minuet by Pieces-Of-My-Heart presages de printempsin the sparkle-sound of rain
I hear your voice
as the day-crows return
to tangled nests

Basket with flowers by KmyGraphic
  • Listening to: Anything by The Moody Blues
  • Reading: Oxford's collection American Poetry
  • Watching: not much, avoiding the presidential big top
  • Playing: phone tag
  • Eating: cold sliced Gala apples and crunchy carrot sticks
  • Drinking: bottled spring water

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Temple of Isis, by Jade Pandora & Elan Hickler

The Flood - Katie Melua

Dois Irmaos - Como Vou Fazer - (Remix)

E Chiove - Andrea Bocelli

"Good reviews are bad for poets..."

"They tend to confirm one in one's own conceit -- unless they praise what you yourself don't like. Also, they make you self-conscious about your virtues -- just as when you praise a child for some natural charm. Also, they create an underground opposition: applause is the beginning of abuse. Also, they deprive you of your own anarchic liberties -- by electing you into the government. Also, they separate you from your devil, which hates being observed and only works happily incognito."

--from Ted Hughes to Anne Sexton, 1967

Jade's "S" Karuta card by moyanII

Karuta card S by moyanII

Loy Kratong - Thai Lantern festival by foureyes

I wrote a Tanka for Bernie when I saw one of his wonderful photographs from his Singapore set - I told him that it came to me like silk flowing over closed eyes:

Loy Kratong - Thai Lantern festival by foureyes
heavenly spirits
launching new stars
to join
the Milky Way arc
of dazzling lights

Review Competition 1.25.13


Hi, hon! As part of BloodshotInk's Review Competition, I'm going to be reviewing you--as an artist--here in the comments!

"Jade-Pandora is a true haijin master with a flair for mixing the sensuality of an intimate relationship with the subtle romance of unbridled, untamed nature. The amount of imagery begot from just three lines is enough to keep readers enchanted. With a keen eye for detail and creative phrasing, Jade-Pandora's gallery is sure to keep you coming back for more!"


a poem written for & given to me by my lovely friend poetries ...


you dance
with the abandon
of a gypsy,

your words
the golden bells
which knell
an invitation.

the bangles
on your wrists
jingle and ring,
jingle and sing
a resounding hymn,
one that draws my feet
to yours,

teaching me to dance
with the abandon
of a gypsy.


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oviedomedina Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2016
Just wanted to say thank you for the Watch Jade!
Jade-Pandora Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2016
Ah Diego, it's my oversight... I thought I had added you a LONG time ago! :blushes:
oviedomedina Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2016
No problem Jade! :hug: :D
Jade-Pandora Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2016
Oooohh, you SAID it!
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Serendiipitii Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the favourite on remember your roots, I really appreciate it!
Hope things are well with you ~ <3
Jade-Pandora Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2016
Ohh it's my pleasure, Seren! :love:

I'm hanging in there... writing a LOT! :heart:
Serendiipitii Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Ahh, keep up the amazing work! :heart:
hopeburnsblue Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2016  Professional Writer
Hi, Jade, thanks for :+fav:ing "Forward Motion." :iconheartorangeplz: How've you been doing?
Jade-Pandora Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2016
Ooh, there you are, sweet Mel! Thank you for stopping by.:hug:

I've been doing okay, writing my arse off lol!  How has your songwriting been doing?  I hope all is going well for you. :heart:
hopeburnsblue Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2016  Professional Writer
Not a lot of songwriting, really. But I'm doing well, thanks for asking!
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