|Part of an exclusive series of hand-painted hen eggs by me of my own designs that are only 2 1/2" tall.|
No wordsThe coming dawn,No words by Jade-Pandora
a heavy drowse
of fog and beach's loss
of memories from yesterday
where summer's laid
its final pall
o'er castles washed aground.
And as each footprint
leaves its mark
and just as quickly fills,
avert my eyes
in time to see
undulating shoreline dunes,
the chevron wings of gulls.
in shrouded light
while I alone eclipse
where sand crabs scuttle
in the wake
of early morning mist.
And how my mind
is set adrift
like waves that crest ashore
without the anchor
=15=senryu=15= by Jade-Pandora
fighter jets tracking
shadows of ghost planes in vain
radar keeps circling
in their leap of faith,
some holding hands together
streak through clearest blue,
descend with knell of impact—
autumn's mist of pink rising
the drone at dawn,
a hijacked plane glinting bright,
the unseen struggle
passing lower overhead,
farmers in their fields waving
fifteen years later,
I look across from Jersey—
Tower South is down,
the other is still standing,
People gasp, watching smoke trails.
Today's GossipThere's no where else to go 'round here,Today's Gossip by Jade-Pandora
This small town has no use for me.
I drive in, signs read "Welcome, friend",
And leaving, read "Please come again",
None in between all those that say
"Sorry, We're Closed", "No Openings".
But that's okay, just passing through.
I sit a spell at Mavis' cafe
To nurse and sip my cup o' Jo',
My eyes on angled cars & trucks.
You see, no one will ever know
As long as I try not to speak,
And tip the waitress fifty cents,
Though Mavis died a year last week.
PatchouliHe didn't bargain forPatchouli by Jade-Pandora
what was to come...
hurt and abused as he
had been, by the
meat-eating women he'd
lain with each night,
for one so new and fresh
to come and stay,
this bohemian vegan
in her caftan,
showing to advantage
her pear-shaped breasts
through paisley sleeves that belled
a blithe spirit floating
with tender nipples, flushed
and pointing... up.
Father's Land, Mother's SongI follow ponies 'cross the streamFather's Land, Mother's Song by Jade-Pandora
While as they drink among the reeds,
Spring-choked water, stiff-backed stems
That pull upon my buckskin hem.
The sunset air alights the glow
With only sounds of currents' flow.
Of dandelions' lazy rush
To graze across my cheeks their blush.
I step upon my Father's land,
The water from my leggings' ran
While on a journey heading home,
And I with Mother's song to roam.
For there ahead of me I hear
The lilting weep of Mother's tears
Where lodges of ghost shaman stood,
And songs that did her people good.
A perfect memoryIt is said that in some culturesA perfect memory by Jade-Pandora
that all water has a memory,
always seeking the way home.
I no longer tend a garden
with my knees caught in the soil,
hands in Terracotta pots,
with my breezy straw hat on
in a bright tenacious sun.
And instead of gaining water
from a chatty spring nearby,
I'm reduced to jelly glasses
in the sink from where I wash,
rinsing moss from where it lies.
And the water from its sources
still can find me where I am,
in my own lone convalescence,
giving me and carrot tops
a chance, at least, at living.
Even here as I find respite
I take comfort from the view,
giving flight outside the window
even though my body's near
and can't join
UnspokenHe knows what I knowUnspoken by Jade-Pandora
and it makes him uneasy
while I'm away because
he wants what I know.
In the dead of night
he comes to me with
urgency in his eyes,
the reasons unspoken.
Slowly I drift into
old ways I know well
and he hopes for this,
oh how the boy prays.
But he needn't fret,
he already knows
that he'll get more
than he can handle,
More than I should show,
yet we've crossed over
and it brings out
the dark side unspoken-
The role of mistress
this one time, for him.
I love him dearly
so he will owe me,
And the punishment
will fit the crime
of making me break
a promise unspoken...
one last time.
EndlessThe wordspill subject: "parallels"Endless by Jade-Pandora
"spill" version (unedited, unable to see what I was writing):
and what I mean
desperately I dance
on my toes I spin
from deep within
my arms parallel with
the wind in my hair
stretch beyond limits
when my skin tears
deafened, wind tunnel
of boundaries blurred
from my nirvana
parallel and connect
this cage of light
a sense of journey
where time shudders
in a past tense
to spin in place
with nothing to parallel
in envy would you mock
this is nowhere.
"scrub" (edited, cleaned up version)
Cerebral afloat between
and what I mean,
on a limb do I dance
Up on my toes I spin
taken by a force deep within-
my arms parallel with
the storm of my hair
Sideways eyelids flutter
straight line fingers flare
reaching beyond limits
when my skin will tear
Deafened, wind tunnel
of boundaries blurred
from my nirvana-
brow line runnels r
the daughter universeLonely men, I’ve noticed, will pay off their little housesthe daughter universe by spoems
and live in them by themselves until they burn down
from a dead gas pilot and 80’s paperback philosophy.
In other words, out on one hundred highway north at dusk,
which is a daylight’s ride from the sack, the dunes simply
spill out on the road; the crazy thing being, nobody’s worried.
Keep driving until the damn thing just ends at the last rogue pier
on the island’s tip. There’s a dark night beach on the right
and if you wade into the waves, about 130 feet, east by northeast,
you’ll find a miraculous shoal where the salt from a trillion graves
will wash up on your thighs and the moon searches the dark pitch
of water like a frantic mother. Pick any wave and follow it fondly
until you forget of me,
SeraphIn the quiet of the evening,Seraph by literary-love
winter's early darkness
paints my thoughts with unreality.
How could she be, this corporeal seraph?
But in the drawing of my breath,
I feel her.
This supernova soul
lights the wick and sparks the muse
with a simple waving of her hand,
whispering to all the little muselings
to be all they can be, to not just exist
When her shock-wave envelops us,
there is no urge to shrink
from the encounter
so primal and transforming.
Inner forces align in unexpected directions
and lead us, gasping, into awe.
Radiating Apollo's heat,
it's as though the coal-faced Hephaestus
left his cloudy comfort zone
to restructure all my inner pillars
and restore Athena's stalwart form.
The living Rosetta Stone
of all that pulses with exquisite passion--
her heat sublimates dry-ice barriers
that dam the blazing rivers of insight.
Yet there, in the tranquil eye
of her stirring maelstrom
she kneels, gaze fixed
on her graceful hands.
Today's Features!~ (8/24/2016)Welp, I can't sleep so we have an extra feature journal today.Today's Features!~ (8/24/2016) by HisBrokenMarionette
Laughing Jack by gatanii69 Laughing Jack by ZombieRay10
Affection through music by Bat-Symphony Hestia's new ears by RandomComicSheet excuse u by Aesaii
I see you by Jade-Pandora Break up by WordyKite Pointless Point by KalineReine
TOP ART FEATURES!~
Beginnings of Site SimplificationBeginnings of Site Simplification by Heidi
Beginnings of Site Simplification
It’s no secret that DeviantArt is a complicated site. Have you ever invited a friend to DeviantArt, only to have them ask a bunch of questions about how to get started? Or have you ever spoken with a fellow deviant about a feature you use daily, only to learn they didn't know that feature existed? It’s our aim to make a new deviant's first experience as inspiring and welcoming as those who have made this community their home. We’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how to make DeviantAr
Happy Holidays from DeviantArt!‘Twas the night before Christmas on DeviantArt,Happy Holidays from DeviantArt! by Heidi
Not a paintbrush was stirring, and creators took heart.
The artists scrolled through Daily Deviations with care
Knowing kindred warm-fuzzies soon would be there.
Deviants were all swiping, all snug on their phones
While visions of inspiration across all time zones
Were zapped to their smart device, quick as can be,
At the tap of a button in a +Fav’ing spree!
When across the Interwebs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the Comments to see what was the matter,
“I’m bored,” the Journal wrote, “I’m on a long trip, too.
I don’t have my laptop, and there’s nothing to do.”
I cracked all my knuckles, settled down in my chair,
Then descended upon the keyboard and wrote with a flair:
“Dear Friend, did you not get DA’s early present?
We now have an app, and it won’t cost you one cent!
“On, Watch Feed! On, Browse! On, Explore! On, Today!
Tap-and-hold to fave, sha
The Ladies of Lit: Volume LXXWelcome to volume seventy my Literature series, The Ladies of Lit!
The premise here is simple. Below you will find an assortment of Literature features from a selection of female deviants here on DeviantART, all of them suggested by you. In this article, you will also find a variety of other things of interest, including:
An array of bonus features from five of our previous articles showcasing some of your favorite female writers in celebration of our sixtieth volume of Ladies of Lit.
This article’s deviant spotlight: featuring the incredibly talented Jade-Pandora. She has offered to answer a few questions as well, to tell us a bit about what inspires her writing and which piece in particular she favors.
Additional information about our upcoming events, and we also have a selection of other interesting Literature news links to share with you.
Our “meet our contributors”
"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
Hi, hon! As part of PoetryOD'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!"
Actually, it was a prompt that I got to give him for my catching his 25,000 kiriban: "Don't wish the dead back to life.". It was a true challenge and the piece he wrote in response inspired me to give it a special spot all its own here on my page. Please enjoy, and visit neonxaos with some love.
SkyriseThe land is flaming,
a poem written for & given to me by my lovely friend literary-love ...
with the abandon
of a gypsy,
the golden bells
on your wrists
jingle and ring,
jingle and sing
a resounding hymn,
one that draws my feet
teaching me to dance
with the abandon
of a gypsy.