The Renku Sessions: Barely Time – Week 14
Please have a look at our archived renku: https://www.thehaikufoundation.org/renkuarchive/2022_barelytime.pdf
Thank you to those of you who contributed comments this week, including alternate title possibilities. Suggested titles included “Missing Keys” (Chris Patchel, Nancy Brady, Wendy C. Bialek), “Walking Barefoot” (Debbie Scheving, Wendy C. Bialek), “Somehow Forgetting” (Betty Shropshire, Wendy C. Bialek) and “Falling Among Poppies” (Wendy C. Bialek). To these, I would add, “Short Night,” “Count the Stars” “Still Fresh,” “Back Seat,” “Tortuga,” “Borrowed Scent,” “Apple Juice,” “Snow Moon,” and “All the String.” And, most mischievously, I would offer “Scissors Cut Paper.” A title that consists of an entire verse would be a unique novelty, in my experience, and only possible because of the minimalism that developed as a style choice in the course of our collaborative creation. It would make it clear that we do not apologize for this style.
In live renku sessions, I like to end with a reading in which each poet recites their own verse(s). The variety of (literal) voices says something warm about what we have experienced together. Regrettably, this is not an option in this setting but perhaps you will join me in imagining it.
I’m going to be traveling at times during the remainder of this year and don’t feel that I can offer the kind of sustained focus required for another renku during that period. I haven’t heard from any experienced renku session leaders who might take up the task. I’ve come to feel that this is not a good setting for anyone to “learn the ropes” of renku leadership. And it would require even more focus and attention for me to teach that process in this setting.
All the same, I feel, as many of you do, that this kind of collaborative work is valuable and enjoyable. So, I am thinking that perhaps another period of tan-renga practice might take us forward from here. It would be weekly but could be suspended during weeks in which I am actually in transit (via cross-country trains) or in attendance at a haiku event. So, here is my offer:
THIS WEEK
Please submit one to five three-line verses that you would be willing offer for “capping” by two-line verses to be added in the following week by other poets. Enter your offers in the comments section, below, before midnight (Eastern US time) on Monday, September 19. On Thursday, September 22, I will comment on some of the offers, identify three verses to be “capped” during the following week, and suggest some things to keep in mind when “capping.”
Thank you, all,
John
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Thank you so much John, most generous of you.
I will delight in engaging in the energy that the Renku fostered – by writing more offerings.
Susan
craft table leg
baby spider clutches
a piece of moonlight
wendy c. bialek
all night diner
cats in love sniff
at the leftovers
– Betty Shropshire
harvest season
sparrows
fly low
two-minute warning…
now the players
get serious
***
summer afternoon
the breeze rocks them
in the hammock
***
metamorphosis..
all the frogs
in the pond
shooting honor 96
goodbye
Queen Elizabeth II
disaster
earthquake
in Taiwan
in a state of disability
he keeps painting
with his feet
I believe
like falling snow
at the temple
cathedral bells…
a stir
in the cosmos
*
My offerings:
.
nothing to say
and here they are
muttering parrots
.
we patch up
this autumn night
under the lantern sky
.
rowing the boat
splitting the sunlight
on the ghats of Ganges
.
fitting the puzzle
of the mountain mist
laden with wildflowers
.
a slip in my tongue
as i spill out the secret
of the ancestors
.
Lakshmi Iyer
India
Many thanks John for the opportunity to continue writing
***
scarecrow holding
the cornstalk
like a microphone
****
more headlines
and breaking news means
it’s time to water the bonsai
****
prodigal sons
and strays
searching for home
*****
owls hoot, wolves howl
and men weep
under a full moon
*****
jogging faster
by the cemeteries
and crack houses
morning prayers
with aid leaves turn
to and fro
*
cooling off
the water heater’s
river of rust
*
aftermath
among fallen limbs
a sunning snake
*
words unspoken
strawberries trimmed
of mold
*
dusty closet
one good suit reserved
for the funeral
Thanks, John, for carrying on with some tan-renga
full moon
the long distance driver
sings of home
*
summer rain
the riverbank swells
with buddleia
*
caught on CCTV
a moth hovering
round the porch light
*
a broad-brimmed hat –
taking the shade
wherever I go
*
morning sun
from a top floor balcony
the bark of a dog
hot spell
a dragonfly weaves
between the reeds
or
hot spell
dragonflies weave
between the reeds
Thank you John, for leading us through these tan-renga sessions!
Here is my offering of five verses:
in the patio
the peonies cry –
late night spell
***
this rooster
wakes all the world but
its housemates
***
ballerina –
through a glass door he
follows her glissade
***
diamond ring –
she carries her aura
to the sun
***
dotting the sky
a new body
…the ship sets sail
Grazie !
buccia di mela
nel piatto solo i resti
di questa sera
morning mist
the freshness
of wet grass
dusk…
a murder of crows
circles the steeple
*
windfall apple
first red
in the maple leaves
*
stealing off without a word…
the gleam of a key
in the crow’s mouth
**
old gunny bag
full of silver vessels
unidentified
**
Progress report
not satisfactory
still dad’s cheers
***
hot summer
frequenting bath tub
mom’s in deaf ears
**
withered roses
In her pooja room
her hand’s piety
**
after tournament
still bleeding in victory
laurels hidden
another loss
she counts the cost
of her addiction
creeping dread
wolf whistles
follow her home
Saharan sand
deepening
the sunset
autumn shadow
still seeing the skyscraper
that’s not there
dry summer
the shrinking reservoir
reveals secrets
More fun More Creative Intercourse. Thanks for all you do John!
regular season
their first year of marriage
ends in overtime
kitten season
the reality of six more
mouths to feed
storm season
stocking up on essentials
like pretzels and beer
soaring food costs
flying in the face of the
next shuttle launch
october chill
dire news that the cancer
has spread
Many thanks, John. A good read.
Thank you for taking on the continuation of renku sessions with tan-renga. My five propositions below:
the morning after
remembering to ask
for pronouns
—
between reports
from the battlefield
an ad for sofas
—
beyond city limits
a tumbledown shack
covered with roses
—
hot night
a lady cat cleans up
between trash cans
—
not catching tarpon
up the Manatee River
a perfect morning…
Thank you , John, for keeping the fun going with tan-renga practice!
front porch
spider webs
catching morning light
This looks like fun! Thanks, John.
*
end of summer
darkened sunflowers
arrayed in goldfinch
*
white roses
how well she grew
her crown
wendy c. bialek
really great idea…..john
great idea, john!
here is my first verse offer for a tan-renga, ready for capping, (pun intended):
white roses
how well she wore
that crown
wendy c. bialek