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Sensual Moon: Love Haiku1

winter crescent moon
across my breasts-
he calls me wisteria

2

clouds under the moon-
his touch
yielding winter pears

3

open-air market
selecting ripe persimmons -
warm scent of last night

4

green shoots forced
from the gardener's manure -
we linger, moon watching

5

in bathrobes
on a moonlit garden path
too cold out to be tempted

6 our astrological elements

my air to his fire -
a position for
every phase of the moon

7

tangent moon -
the sounds he makes;
a night creature's song

8

after, my streaming hair
and moonlight
for his head to rest upon

9

outstretched limbs,
the low-slung moon
also in repose

10

moon tides penetrate
A Season's Echo of PassingRows of dried corn stalks bend
with the wind that
thirsts for rain
that will only come when it has died
and the ears of corn cease to rattle.

And the thunder's distant laugh
will chase after the snakes  
heading for their mounds on higher ground,
their husks abandoned-
the flash floods may yet pass them by.
In Praise OfI cannot avert my eyes while
in praise of yours, striving
towards the clearness of your being,

across who's face dances the
blood-red, wine-flames of life
on its skin of gold leaf,

my breath bellows it into
sunsets of a citrus palette,
brushing all forms free of stain,

against which the melodious riot of
existence peals its flute notes
without ever leaving our presence!
unfolded letter having something to do with shame
hello again.

i was here, just now, and i thought of waiting.
but you won't come.
and even as i say these words, i know they must remain unborn
like busy blood the coffers keep.

these sounds are ways i cannot be, i don't believe,
i'm not alive.
but i'll arrange them, anyway, one by one
to be eaten by your oval minion
or blindly forwarded like propaganda.

i am always without you and without myself.
i offer this ambassador, but he only sees the stain of things
and not even this; just their emblems, their saltless confederacy
of coincidence.

i've wondered if you're searching nights
for dark clad summoners, or silhouettes &#
OppositeThe world glistened with abandon
in the electrical parade,

when and where the night skies too
seemed receptive and robust,

yet even while I'm still awake
I'm content in the quiet of my dreams

like the creatures and those who sleep
in the opposite place and time

where plans and promises of a new year
become folly, and no longer exist.
Spring Tanka
1

the foot path
that runs along a stream
near where he works,
feeling spring's
first touch upon us there

2

waiting for the wild plum
to blossom—
my yearning
during
his morning rituals

3

late afternoon,
a cold overcast from the bay—
winter, like a lover I've
grown tired of
who is loath to leave

4

upstairs, wrapped in velour
we looked out at
bare branches yesterday,
a riot of
tender new green today

5

after dinner and the taste
of take-out kisses,
the hush of a
spring shower—
winter founders out to sea

6

teacups gently rattle
on the nightstand
as we turn in unison,
leaving new rings
in the light of a half-mo
MissionaryWhen he first saw her
she appeared unique to all things,

and the day they met, he already knew.
It was during their first time,

the way planets come and go
as time loses count of their orbit.

It never seems to end, then he
growls low in her ear as she swoons,

of how missionary will never
be the same for him again.
Senryu of Spring Courting1

my fruit
        slickens

2

hairless river
              unwinding

3

daytime—
       moon flirtation

4

gifted—
      the gossip

5

sap—
   spent blossoms

6

indebted—
        in love
     
haiku of late autumn
window
shutting out the chill
moonlight spills in
Descending the Ghatbalancing a clay cup long gone cold,
my wet silks cling as I stand near a
half-naked woman, bowed and bathing
in the sluggish river Ganges...

and I watch smoke curl up from
the pyres of heavy earthen bodies
dissolving in the shallows while
all the lies of the world burn
Black HoleYour sadness is great, and mine
a heretic.

In a delirium for answers
I'm driven by your inquisition
to the far reaches of reason.

My time is short, but it won't hurt
when I awaken and you swallow me --

I'm on borrowed time, with a
passion to tread the labyrinth
of dissections and Byzantine tortures.  

Perhaps I overlook a price paid;
having squandered my investments
while building upon such bravado.

In the solar eye, the un-righted are
puttied rot on every facade, the blight that
deepest night softens by its sullen beauty.

I draw what strength I can in service
to its will; the darkness between --

an idiom, a c
Erotiku in 10 movements1.
full moon rising
the announcement
of her time

2.
receptive
scents awaken his body
to hers

3.
black birds
forage
two lovers nibble

4.
clandestined
the steam of
their mutual breath

5.
they love in desperation
for the winter of
their separation

6.
mesmerized by the
contrast on his fingers
the essence of her

7.
from behind
he holds her teacup body
in symmetry to his own

8.
speechless
their moves are graceful
without thinking

9.
the flesh of a female
and the sweet promise
orchids in the garden

10.
dark moon setting
where she rests her head
to rise again
Season of Haiku1
pomegranate-
skin of its seeds
holding autumn in

2
hearing
trees yawn in the wind
I open my mouth

3
suburban sprawl-
fooled into the open
a young doe

4
rain traveling
the ringlets of my hair
creepers on a fence

5
clouds stretched-
I hold vigil
for the moon to reappear

6
awaiting winter-
the world
is already changed
SnowiesThe owlets were coming of age
while grounded, testing their wings
as father soared overhead,
his children grouping for one more test.

Feathers puffed in awkward stance
one by one to Sunday school
beyond the tundra fields
of late summer skeeters,

to where fat lemmings flourish-
just fly over the last
grass-choked stream, said mother
(but they decide to wade across),

past wind-blown dunes of green, where
lies the sea beyond, with more lemmings
that hide and play near their burrows
than any snow owl on the wing could wish for.
church dogs1
pet rat
fat and content
with its short life

2
children riding
a barn-sour horse
to nowhere

3
birds scattering
the shadows
of hot air balloons

4
at the zoo-
sneaking a grope
by the python cage

5
new urine
on an inverted leaf-
jogging path

6
phone sex-
car window down
leaves and voices drifting in

7
highway stretches far
but not far enough-
dead skunk

8
early morning walk
incontinent ladies
and church dogs

9
soccer ball out of bounds
kids running
for the ice cream truck

10
tackle box-
the ciggies Dad left
ten years ago
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Out-Patient Tanka1

doctor appointment
I'm late,
and running
cold air wracks my lungs-
the irony!

2

bright morning
dark thoughts-
passing time
having tea in the
cafeteria

3

after my scan
I assist
a blind woman-
she's next,
and I forget my pain

4

for the nurses' station
I bring cookies
and regret
it isn't
something healthy

5

anxious to park,
drivers' tempers
in contrast
to accepting fate
in a private ward

6

basement lab
in the bowels
of the hospital,
I drop off
jars of my urine

7

I smile,
rushing through
Emergency's lounge,
their Christmas tree
is still up
Lightthe feeling of
freefalling off the edge
from the test results
on the phone alone-

always knowing that
nothing is certain except
for the bond between
us keeping vigil afar;

he offers to be near
all the same
no matter what that means,
or the sacrifice made-

I'm moved to tears,
how foolish I am
to apologize for the litany
of fears that befall me-

he judges not at all,
yet shames me with
the beauty of his caring,
shushing me when I fret;

I won't look pretty
by the deathwatch light  
of a hospital room,
but I'm not there yet;

I'd rather he see me
by the radiance of
a winter's full moon
or a golden afternoon,
chalicesingular of my caste-
the sins of existence,
unbecoming by faith
in the daylight of the living

my body a chalice;
the wine (my blood) I offer afar,
phantom betrothed;
how gaunt I've become-
my pallor seems beautiful

a pact by choice,
a sip in return-
I prefer it this way,
forbidden and forgotten,
than not at all

a breathless vow in secret;
don't say it aloud, and
never here, my intended,
for we may disappear

we are alone among so many
as we despair
(life, like cloth, will tear)
while we try to hope,
and are content
Wellspringpalest hues outline
the eastern horizon-
his deep-throated warbling
rises with the prayers
of early morning

the light from which
has yet to permeate the
curtain at his window
or her hair swaying
a slow genuflection

stirring the air
warm from damp skin
and the exchange
of their breath
within that sanctuary-

of muted vision
wherein the blurred
flight of sparrows
can be seen circling
within her dark eyes

till the sable veil lifts
from a thousand seams,
and thrills at the vision
revealed of her as the
wellspring for his dreams
Essenceoverhead
from where you lie
sprawled
across the bed

a vortex opens
and I spill forth
dancing-
a shadow cabaret

arms snake
from my body-
a siren in flight,
your lover

caught
in a mystic rapture,
in the strings
of a midnight song-

a vision
by starshine,
my essence
alive at night

the life we live
together in dreams-
a mist rising
as you sleep

till morning's
light
and the soft
patter of rain...

you listen
with eyes closed
to the wind chimes
of my voice

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Blue Lotus

:iconjade-pandora:

Coming up from Aswan with his catch,
he tacks the course of his dhow
along the Nile of her dark eyes,
her long hair,
the narcotic of blue water lilies,

her lotus pose facing both
the rising, and the setting sun,

the young fisherman begs to know
as he sings upward with his might
and his desire, into the sail
that catches the crosswind--

What is your name, scented one,
in the smoke that rises
from the shores of the cataracts,
where I bring to you my bounty!

He peers into the azure above,
waiting for her answer to fill his sail,
calling out once more as his teeth gleam--
Ma huwa 'ismuki?
:iconjade-pandora:
الأزرق لوتس blue lotus
Ma huwa 'ismuki? = What is your name? (f)

:bulletblue:The second of two entries submitted for the #Word-Smiths's Colors Poetry Contest [link]

:bulletred:10/8/12: added a beautiful preview piece with the help and skill of `RetroZombie Thank you so much, John!
:bulletorange: And the image used as the preview piece is thanks to "blue lotus" by *moa810

:bulletpurple:2/27/13: Featured here: [link]
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*littlemoonboots May 5, 2013
this is absolutely beautiful. the diction of this blew me away.
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`jade-pandora May 6, 2013
gosh thank you so much - how you've honored me!
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*littlemoonboots May 6, 2013
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~poetries Mar 13, 2013
'the Nile of her dark eyes' and 'the narcotic of blue water lilies' are my favourite parts of this piece. Great diction! :clap:
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`jade-pandora Mar 15, 2013
That means a lot to me of course, but also because I've always enjoyed this particular piece. It was a strong visual, animated and with such sound within my head, so writing it was a real joy. :hug:
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*SMAdams Feb 27, 2013  Student Writer
A level of simplicity and beauty dancing together in rhythm.

Wonderful! :heart:
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`jade-pandora Mar 10, 2013
correction:

Ah thank you so very much, Shara, for sharing such lovely appreciation with me! :heart:
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*SMAdams Mar 10, 2013  Student Writer
You are most welcome! :) :hug:
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*rlkirkland Feb 27, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Searching and holding a desirable beauty.
Withstands repeated readings Jade. :rose:
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