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  janet j. jai is a poet and artist who has developed her own unique forms of visual and sound poetry. A copy of her limited-edition book To Follow the Dance is in the collection of the National Museum of Women in the Arts in Washington, DC. With the support of a grant from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts, she has created a videotape of her visual and sound poetry.

  jai's sound poetry is incantatory and sometimes multilingual. jai's visual poems turn words into abstract art. She has performed her poetry at Shakespeare and Company in Paris and at the Edinburgh and St. Andrews Festivals in Scotland. She has had one-woman exhibitions in Scotland and in the U.S.

  jai has been developing a series of Garden Poems and Art and is currently accepting commissions to visit public or private gardens nationwide and internationally to capture their essence in poetry and art. jai also teaches children and adults to create visual and traditional poetry.

  janet j. jai's The Poem-of-the-Month Club™
                    where poetry and art are 1
                    wants to make something beautiful happen
                    once every month
                    for yourself or someone you love.

E-mail janet at  jai@vision-and-values.com

Beauty and the Beast
a detail

the final petal

         e          

l

         l         

revealing within

another rose

more beautiful than the first

and within that

another rose

more beautiful than the last

and within that

another

and within that

i       n       f       i       n        i       t       y

a rose

unfolding

petal

by

ovulescent

petal

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t

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     l  

e        t         e        r         n        i         t        y

 is no more

 nor less

 than

thee

evanescent

 opalescent

 omniprescient

 lingering

sense

sent

of

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eye of the Dove

this garden
does not attract
birds

only One
white Dove
ever rising
ever still

But wait
A shadow flames above
Wings rampantClimbing liftingPierced and piercingUPward pitching
aiming

beyond

SUN

 

Dove’s
vision
does not gift
so high

not for her, sky

garden

 

still
ever rising
never leaving
home

 

Linger   Malinger
singer
  above  my  outstretched
hand

 

where you land
there is land
when you land
there will be

land