The Renku Sessions: Breathing In, Week 2
Welcome to our ninth renku session under the sponsorship of The Haiku Foundation. This will be a Jûnichô (twelve verse) renku, under the guidance of John Stevenson.
Last week we invited offers for our hokku, looking for either a spring or an autumn verse. Thirty-two poets responded, with seventy-two verses. A great many of these would have served us very well. Here are a few that received more prolonged consideration:
clear water
in a rock pool
swallows dip Carol Jones
A clean image, with the power of simplicity. Either “clear water” or “rock pool” would have offered interesting title possibilities for the renku.
still life
the tulips’ slow bow
to the artists Liz Ann Winkler
A hokku often has the quality of a greeting. This works well in that way.
sacred kingfisher—
spring begins
with an azure flash Lorin Ford
I had to look up this bird and was rewarded for the effort. A very bright beginning and, again, many good options for titles.
harvest moon—
filling the demijohn
with sloes Sara Winteridge
Another clean, simple image. I don’t know whether “demijohn” was intended as a play on your humble sabaki’s name but, if so, it is very much in the spirit of renku that I, personally, enjoy.
pink throats
of baby birds
dawn chorus Pauline O’Carolan
Love the first two lines of this one!
garlic in bloom—
from the seaside bars
smell of paint Angiola Inglese
Very strong sensory images. I would have attempted a revision in order to avoided the multiple cuts (after both lines one and two). A single cut in the hokku and no cuts within the subsequent verses will be a preoccupation of mine during this session.
silvery moon
the jingle of spare change
in the scarecrow’s pocket Marion Clarke
Fun, whimsical and a little mysterious.
ants unzip
a sugary sheath
early peony Marietta McGregor
The first lines really grab my attention!
county fair…
judges measure
a hay bale toss Chris Patchel
Just the sort of humor I appreciate in renku. A competitive spirit can be useful in collaborative writing but it can also spoil the fun if we are too serious about it. I would like to see us strive to win something on the order of a hay bale toss at the county fair.
So, the above is just a small sample of what we might have begun with. There were many other worthy offers.
OUR HOKKU
breathing in—
scent of new growth
in the trees
- Shane Pruett
Although this verse does not contain a widely recognized kigo (season word), I take it as clearly a springtime image. The scent of it is very clear to me and I suspect that, even if the scent is different for those in other parts of the world, it is clear in some way to others if they live in an area with stands of deciduous trees.
The consciousness of new growth and the idea of taking it in by breathing accomplishes the hokku’s task of greeting us at the threshold of a shared experience.
And the idea of breathing in and breathing out sets the tone for how I hope we will be pairing verses as we go along – naturally. Sometimes, we will be taking very deep breathes and sometimes shallow ones. And our exhalations will be the natural consequences and “in kind.”
Finally, I appreciate the idea that both the scent and the new growth are “in the trees.” The scent, of course, is both in (or “from” or “among”) the trees but also in ourselves because we know that different creatures have different degrees of acuity and character in their senses, particularly in their sense of smell. It’s fun to apply the same considerations to the idea of “new growth.”
REQUIREMENTS FOR OUR NEXT VERSE
- A springtime verse
- Two lines
- Closely linking with the scene presented in the hokku
- Perhaps a blossom image
In addition to the idea of respiration as an image for linking and shifting verses, I would like to present two other ideas. One is that the linking verse can be thought of as the second part of a tan renga. From here on, we will not be writing verses that are complete poems in themselves but will become complete poems when added to the preceding verse.
And, finally, a quote from Earl Miner’s Japanese Linked Poetry (Princeton University Press, 1979); “Being moved, responding; being moved, responding—so the process builds…”
Please use the “Leave a Reply” box, below, to submit your verse two offers. I will be reviewing them until the submission deadline of midnight, New York time, on Monday, September 10. My selection and commentary, together with an invitation for the third verse will appear here on Thursday, September 13.
I look forward to seeing your offers for the second verse!
John Stevenson
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The submission period is now closed. Thank you everyone! Check back here on Thursday for verse selection, commentary, and instructions for submitting verse three candidates.
a bike ride past
the botanical garden
a young mother
breastfeeding
dust of light
falls between branches
new roots
on the rose cutting
breathing in—
scent of new growth
in the trees
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soft earth
beneath running feet
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first blooms
of bluets by the brook
Information on Bluets:
https://www.marylandbiodiversity.com/viewSpecies.php?species=2834
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https://gobotany.newenglandwild.org/species/houstonia/caerulea/
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high as a kite
the river and pony tails
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that fag
smoldering in his cupid’s bow
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losing my religion
in a field of asphodel
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white puffy clouds
in the sky
all the potholes
filled with cherry petals
Congratulations, Shane.
breathing in—
scent of new growth
in the trees
*
a splay of pink orchids
gently dances
*
welcome swallows return
to plan ahead
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fresh fertilizer masked
by wisteria wafts
*
prolific cherry trees
designed to impress
breathing in—
scent of new growth
in the trees
Shane Pruett
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the privet hedge
busy with sparrows
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– Lorin
Verse 3:
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guilty wallaby’s mouthful
of leaves from the apple tree
breathing in—
scent of new growth
in the trees
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sweetbriar foams
over the bridal arch
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everyone anticipates
the first leatherwood honey
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at the festival the savour
of a Beaujolais Nouveau
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to cerulean skies
an east wind wanting
– Betty Shropshire
one spring peeper
restarts the chorus
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peeper song from the pond
to the stars
tea tip foliage
infused with rain
what a stimulating start !! congrats
my proposals
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essence of jasmine
in the snail slime
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a chrysalis shell
on the geranium vase
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a pregnant cat’s belly
laid on the young grass
breathing in—
scent of new growth
in the trees
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a shower of blossom
as the bus goes by
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pigeons pair up
on the garden fence
*
the marshes flooded
by the spring tide
breathing in—
scent of new growth
in the trees
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the sound of rain
tap tap tapping on the leaves
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bright feathered warblers
flit among the branches
Such a lovely beginning. Congratulations to Shane. And John, thanks for also discussing some other options you considered, I find that very interesting.
Verse 2:
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tap of small beak
breaking the shell
some proposals
in the rustle of the leaves
Wind color-changing
under the thin rain
scent of wisteria along the way
among the rows of the vegetable garden
warm smell of cut grass
gauze wings of the dragonfly
on the first clover flowers
some proposals
in the rustle of the leaves
Wind color-changing
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under the thin rain
scent of wisteria along the way
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among the rows of the vegetable garden
warm smell of cut grass
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gauze wings of the dragonfly
on the first clover flowers
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A delightful start, Shane. Thank you for choosing it, John. A very positive note to start off with and it’s already inspired some lovely following verses from the poets.
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Verse 1:
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shower of gold dust
from spring wattle
Ah, a breath of fresh air, nice one Shane, great start John
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breathing in—
scent of new growth
in the trees
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Shane Pruett
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blossom fall
revealing tiny fruit
Great start, Shane!
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breathing in—
scent of new growth
in the trees
.
Shane Pruett
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drifts of pollen even
In the pharmacy
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Marietta McGregor
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May be this is a little too ‘human’!
all along the sidewalk
magnolias in the pink
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– Lorin
after the rain
blossoms dripping birdsong
purple dewdrops roll
out of the bearded iris
more for my benefit, since it’s after deadline. The verb sticks out now to me, so adjusting to:
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purple dewdrops
out of the bearded iris
haikudos Shane!
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cherry blossoms pink
a plate of baby greens
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wind tossed kites
wagging their bow tails
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falling blossoms add
spots to the sleeping fawn
Make that…renkudos, Shane
nest to nest I hear
hatchlings’ refrain
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setting the season’s clock
by budding pear blossoms
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branches full of
birdsong and blossoms
from quiet slumber
snowdrops awaken
Oh my! I just stopped in to see what the next verse outline would be. Imagine my surprise! I am very honored to have had my hokku selected. Thank you. I am very excited to watch the process unfold.
Feel free to offer more verses, throughout. While I probably won’t select a second verse from a poet who is already included, I plan to mention other offers that I found interesting in each posting. That will not preclude mention of anyone already included in the renku.
Thank you John. Certainly building something through collaboration is our goal and while I won’t be able to restrain my inclination to submit, I would not expect or even really desire another selection in the spirit of the renku. I shared this with my young daughter this evening. She (and I of course) loved some of the submissions for the second stanza, and she’s now fervently sifting words as well. Fun to watch her enjoying this as well.
Also, a heartfelt thanks to everyone for the positive feedback! I’m am regularly astounded by the imagery you all submit and am honored.
breathing in—
scent of new growth
in the trees
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Shane Pruett
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spring stretches outward
from hill and dale
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every spring branch
alive with buds
breathing in—
scent of new growth
in the trees
.
Shane Pruett
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after the windstorm
a carpet of plum blossoms
*
a pussy willow
stuck up her nose
Liz Ann,
We will probably save that level of humor for a little later but, in view of my comments about thinking of respiration when linking, the pussy willow verse is just perfect!
John
Great choice, John – it brings to mind Lorin Ford’s Earth Day verse in the last renku ‘From the Eaves’.
Here are a few for consideration…
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the loudest frog
has left the pond
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already a host
of daffodils
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the morning filled
with sweet twittering
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we raise a toast
to our first tulip
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tadpoles aplenty
down at the pond
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with a hoppity skip
a young rabbit arrives
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a tadpole wriggling
in every footprint
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the old swing
coated pink
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a fawn nibbles
the sweetest grass
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oh to be as frisky
as that lamb!
A beautiful choice, John, of Shane Pruett’s hokku.
I’d like to offer these:
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sky is bright
lotus buds open up
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fish in the pond
admiring lotus blossoms
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Light and simple to go with the [first] hokku. Just for the sport, of course. 🙂
Can’t resist. 🙂
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breathing in—
scent of new growth
in the trees (Shane Pruett)
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a mallow flower linked
to Bashō’s horse
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– Lorin
A lovely, fresh way for us to begin, Shane!
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after the rain
blossoms sparkling in sunshine
Shane, your hokku is a very refreshing start.
breathing in—
scent of new growth
in the trees
.
Shane Pruett
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a plum blossom dangles
from the mouth of a doe
breathing in—
scent of new growth
in the trees
.
Shane Pruett
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budgies among the thistles
chirruping green
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the pup’s nose yellow
with wattle pollen
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(budgies/ budgerigars:
http://www.birdsinbackyards.net/species/Melopsittacus-undulatus
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– Lorin
Nice example of synaesthesia!
That deep breath, ah, lovely, Shane. Congratulations! 🙂
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– Lorin
baby alder leaves
just big enough to murmur
Very nice, John, the hokku you have chosen, a beautiful beginning of spring in which the leaves of the trees give you so much more oxygen! Thank you for mentioning one of my verses. Sorry my english from google
Glad to have your verses, Angiola. Your English seems good to me but, if I want a verse and feel that revision is required for any reason, I will propose an alternative version and attempt to get advance approval. This is for you and for any poet whose first language is something other than English. But there are other reasons why I may wish to suggest a revision. If that becomes a factor, I will explain my thinking about the alternative version.
with an increase of daylight
bees’ savour some dandelions
Thanks, Carol! Any problem if I drop the apostrophe, which in American English makes “bees” a plural possessive?
That’s fine John, thank you.
Go Shane Go Shane
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thousands of azalea buds
soon to be blossoms
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dinning al fresco with
the birds and the bees
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a blossom rain fills
tomorrow’s forecast
Thank you, Michael Henry! I especially like the third of these.
an egg of cuckoo
in the hoopoo’s nest
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some farmers had already
finished the spring cleaning
Thank you, Vasile!
A gorgeous verse, Shane, congratulations.
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A marvellous start John, and thank you for mentioning one of my verses.
lovely choice for the hokku; here my offering
lying down on his back
he chews a blade of grass
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children run barefoot
on the tender grass
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a blackbird flies over
with a stick in its beak
Thank you, Marina! Your first verse reminded me of an experience I had this summer, while I was in Edinburgh. I happily reclined in the grass in a park there and suddenly remembered how much I had loved this experience, which I had foregone for many years because of the tic infestation and the danger of Lyme Disease that is so prevalent in our area.
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the tulips’ slow bow
to the artists
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i don’t want to be a spoilsport but does anyone else think that the phrasal part of Liz Ann Winkler’s hokku offer would make a great pairing with the selected verse?
If Liz Ann offers it as such, I will gladly consider it but that need not spoil the sport. Who knows what else we may come up with!
agreed! 🙂
Yes, polona, it certainly gives a certain honour to natures artistry, something that cannot be matched by any artists imagination, in my humble opinion. A lovely suggestion.
thanks, carol 🙂
Thanks for your supportive suggestion, Polona. And to you, John for your consideration.
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a nice way to set us off!
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a pollen-covered bee’s
waggle dance
And a good way to send us onward.
I live the wonderfully strong sensations this arouses. Having just breathed in new life one wants to dance!
thank you, Liz Ann!