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Advancing Aubades...I conceived this palace constructed of
the reflection of a gleaming river moon.
The stars gazed down and descended
to watch the castle’s corymbs bloom
and float dance on creation’s solstice.

The celebrations interrupted with zealot
diplomats, marching over the east.
The bright ambassadors of morning,
continuing their divining conquest.
Their only tool, radiance, revealed

my house of gray stone and fireflies.
These bureaucracies of light
tend to remind me why
I prefer the night.
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,
Middle of the Nightdrone of summer bugs
millions of them
a chant, a mantra-
small wave tremors
shivering the warm air

in the middle
of the night,
it hangs heavy
from the eaves
above my windows

my head throbs
with visions of you-
I toss and turn
in my naked
half-awareness

dampness
circles my neck,
it runs down
the valley
between my breasts

sweat pearls
on the gentle slope
where my backbone ends
between foothills
and tan lines

night air hisses
from the flutter
of powdered wings-
eyes within eyes
survey multiple skies

the stillness that
suddenly befalls,
a displacement-
a hush of breath
upon the clamminess

distracting me
jus
Becausebecause I love,
I weep when night falls
causing me to see
less ordinary wonders

than by day,
when the moon
cannot feign it's
inexhaustible light

because I love,
I can write about
the saddest moments-

of the Pleiades
rising in my eyes,
and the faces of my
unborn children

shadows of reeds o'er me
when I'm gone,
who's roots would
embrace me tenderly

as does he now,
not worthy this pain,
indulging the fragrance
that conceals my absence

in spite of
what cannot be spoken
and the broken whirls
of my fingertips

to reach but not touch,
while unknowingly
the saddest moment I write,
because I love
TempestTempest wears itself the irony
Upon my sleeve for all to show,
And in my hair full fast asleep.

The devil may care but I can't be
Bothered, nor will I ever know.
Tempest wears itself the irony

Twisting itself cruel around me,
Pulling me under in its tow
And in my hair full fast asleep.

The eye of the storm reverently
I'm oblivious to my every foe,
Tempest wears itself the irony.

A lover's trust in my creed
When the pain I give is slow,
And in my hair full fast asleep

Sustains us through the tyranny
Where all is lost in spite the flow.
Tempest wears itself the irony
And in my hair full fast asleep.
Tanka Sex Talk1.

night sweats-
I gave you
my fever,
you will
thank me later

2.

tongue dance-
you linger
indefinitely,
hidden
in my sex

3.

the longer
you deny me,
the better
it tastes...
got milk?

4.

make-up sex...
I can't remember
a thing,
that's how
good it was!

5.

morning haze-
how long did
we do it...
four days?
sore-for-days
HaikuWriMo 2008, July 1-31
July 31

                                           the north star
                  two cranes ascend
from a rooftop

           =

July 30

I can't wait
for your rain
to end this drought

          =

July 29

open window;
ruffled
April Tanka Collection30

I wear a pendant
of a dragonfly
entombed
in amber-
will you remember me?

29

grief besets a family
yet
through his mask,
my teacher calls me
warrior

28

steaming
cups of green tea
soothe
the passions
as we study

27

when he's away,
I'm a june bug
banging
against a screen
on a summer's night

26

shooting star-
breathless,
we meet
in the garden
of your poet's heart

25

my rain comes down
comes down hard-
he laughs
and yields
to the abundance

24

this night,
as still as I've known
but for one bird
who trills: "come to me
will you? will you?"

23

open fan
of tangled fern
hides
the smile and flush
Shibari Haiku Renga
1

bindings creak
my weight settles-
spring rain

2

ropes braid
my limbs-
spider's web

3

immobile-
a watchful
fawn

4

suspended
shadow on the wall-
a sapling's quiver

5

mental
timelessness-
herons take flight

6

crescent moon-
the rope master's
work of art
haiku of autumn passing
leaves    whispering
their death poems
                          to me
re-entryhigh in the blackness
of clearest night
framed by an open window,
vapor trails fill the sky

re-entry;
pieces of space rain down,
streaks of silver
atmospheric shimmer-

ghosts of astronauts
returning
silent in the cold void
where summer cannot reach-

I watch past your ear
while you move over me;
quiet breath,
soft nostril gusts

a single grunt
suggests your voice, and
I look away from the sight
brought to earth,

pulled back from light years
by the deep welling warmth
as your ship plummets
into the gulf-

recovering while
unnoticed
from the open window,
the residue continues to fall
QuantumThe ghostly sightings of bats, elusive
in the passages of wormholes,
and the portal of trees
lit by the lunar rings
in a constant curling of echoes

and the rare exchange-

seagulls drifting inland like megaspores
from the hyperbaric void
that cosmic storms leave behind,
gravitate where I kite and sing
as you seek shelter-

territorial in the telephone lines,
nuclear isomers foraging
between parked cars, while drawn
to this molecular lyric by chance
in the outback
where time stands still from the
pull of our Precambrian dance.

Mid-air, our thrall becomes a menace
to the silence of a sibling planet.
These ironic feathe
HaikuWriMo 2009, Feb 1-28
1
the cheshire cat's
grin-
crescent moon

2
serenading
from a rusted whirligig-
the last cricket

3
kite bones-
autumn still
in the trees

4
morning riot
bursting from the eaves-
pigeons!

5
holding my breath,
the warm air
of rain threatens

6
a man's hand
fingers curled in death-
dried leaves

7
thunderclap!
a cat panics
across the roof

night deluge-
come morning
shriveled worms

8
windows
shutting out the chill-
moonlight spills in

9
ice age-
my feet against his

10
after a downpour-
detour sign
pointing home

11
zen dawn-
ducks
contemplating puddles

12
frozen moon-
dogs cruise the street
in a wake
OracleHe was the
dark matter unseen.

Through him
she would see
for the first
and last time
the visceral
star pillars of her birth

light years from
where he first found her
at the edge of a
galactic sea,
to succumb
to her affliction

and would, from the start
hear
in his resurrection,
echoed
in the shell of his ear-
the oracle of her heart.
Mangosrunning barefoot down
narrow paths sodden by
a deafening downpour
through mangroves and palms,

in this land where
no corn grows, and
sugar cane rows blind the view
from untilled slopes of
low-slung emerald hills-

I don't recognize the rain,
it smells of volcanic ash
and sea salt burning

as I search for the stain
hopelessly trodden,
changing its course

if only I could find a tree
that bears familiar fruit,
and see colors or hear sounds
that point me to you

but I'm a stranger-
this path wends to the shore
where the island comes full circle

offering dead things in the sand
and no escape
because you're not here...

I
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from a craft adrift my voice muffled by
distance stutters through the ether
and the ink blackness- I can see the sun

I'm surrounded by stars- suns that live
and die before my eyes my own sun
stands out because it's where you are...

again my feeble voice calls knowing
you can't hear but will dedicate the
rest of my life so that one day you will
little stirrings II: ritual
a pearlescent sheen of early dawn
echoes across the
summit of my spine

sustained
from where we left off while
honoring me during the ritual

leaving lip rings around my
healings, making them feel
desired by your homage
little stirrings I: reap
twilight's tidal ebb
of lunar phases
bows, acquiescing to

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of my body- how well
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reveling in each other
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Eclipse

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moon guides me
on its voyage,
night wind
goes deep,
insinuating bones

fingers as white,
tonguing
the marrow of me-
I can't shiver the
chill from my soul

as intense as
everything I feel
while there's life,
who could
sustain it

a sadness
adrift,
where it takes me
I don't know,
I don't wonder

too numb
to feel the course
moon steers-
eyes soft focus,
total eclipse

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Given 2008-06-05
In Eclipse by *jade-pandora, each brilliantly vivid tanka has a magic all entirely its own. ( Featured by `LadyLincoln )
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*Yvning Feb 25, 2011
Just want to say:

"night wind
goes deep,
insinuating bones

fingers as white,
tonguing
the marrow of me-"

Brilliance! You're very meticulous with your imagery and very smart at that. I can't complain. Well done :aww:
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`jade-pandora Feb 26, 2011
oh my, thank you!

I hope you never find a reason to complain. :aww:
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~007Balel Feb 22, 2011  Student Writer
Very beautiful!!
So much emotion,
And also with your selected words...
Great work on these :)

Also congratulations on the DD, even though it was in 08...
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`jade-pandora Feb 23, 2011
Better late than never ....and thank you for the reading, I'm so very glad you like the piece that much. ^.^
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~007Balel Feb 23, 2011  Student Writer
You deserved it :)
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`jade-pandora Feb 23, 2011
awwwwwwwwwwww :heart:
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~007Balel Feb 23, 2011  Student Writer
;)
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`thetaoofchaos Jan 19, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
fingers as white,
tonguing
the marrow of me

exquisite.
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`jade-pandora Jan 21, 2010
I'm most grateful.
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*Cibbwin Sep 7, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
This is some blessed dream! I was completely absorbed. I didn't even realize that this was five different tanka 'til I saw your author's comments. Lovely and concise.
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