SongbirdShe was blind, but could seeSongbird by jade-pandora
everything. Nothing held back
the girl with moonbeams for eyes,
feeling the gardens she walked,
through dozing dewdrop buds,
and stepping from tangerine
puddle to tangerine puddle,
rippling away rain clouds from
the sky at her feet, as she shook
constellations from her hair,
while birds sang from her throat.
AbandonedThe stuff of stars never settles;Abandoned by jade-pandora
coming together, then pulling asunder
to drift, to join the ever-quickening race
towards obscurity while being observed.
I walk through cavernous concrete
pathways between skyscrapers,
standing abreast against their self-made
micro-climate, trying to confuse the wind
in my own obscurity, passing
through me like a mental sieve
made of atoms that out-number the
dark matter of abandoned eons.
Tanka of hope.Tanka of hope by jade-pandora
after the journey, I plant
my sapling, and watch it grow
and give shade
to a stranger in a strange land
that is myself
By starlight aloneAn evening walk throughBy starlight alone by jade-pandora
warm sand from the memory of a day,
I avert my eyes in time to see
chevron wings of gulls at my feet
that follow the shoreline dunes
which I contemplate in the shrouded
blood mist of a moon eclipsed.
Living is not for reasons that used to be.
To mourn a moment lost,
of truth not fully realized.
Then my thoughts return to the gulls.
How quickly they pass overhead,
now scattered far out to sea.