The Renku Sessions: Breathing In – Week 4
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.
Wow. Just wow. Twenty-five of you responded, offering eighty-two candidates for verse three. I am going to have a long list of favorites and will still be leaving many good offers out of my comments. Here, in the order they arrived, are some especially interesting ones:
the disco ball
reflecting in every corner
of the gymnasium
Marion Clarke
From the sharp directional focus of the bee, we have the contrast of an intentionally disorienting (if low tech) special effect. And the setting suggests to me the world of possible directions that young lives may take. An invocation of youth could be a lead into the love verses to follow.
butter melting
on French toast
in the sunlit kitchen
Judt Shrode
A lovely slant linkage. No punning on honey. Rather, the verse is suffused with a sympathetic glow and sweetness.
glitter spills
from her 80th
birthday card
Peter Newton
I suppose the “thinking” part of this link relates glitter to pollen dust. But what works best for me is the thought of a link between the waggle dance and the possibility of a slight tremor in the hand of the eighty-year-old birthday girl.
“fake news?”
cries the canary-colored
comb over
Lorin Ford
Another laugh out loud verse and we certainly could use it here. But we might want it later.
please listen carefully
as our menu options
have changed
Chris Patchel
This one says something wry about our communication skills. I don’t have room here to describe all the directions this sends me. One of them is the way it makes me squirm (rather than waggle) in my seat when a phone contact starts in this way.
they say
this amber pendant
once adorned royalty
Betty Shropshire
This one links lightly but persistently, in each line. The first line links to the image of language and acts of communication. The second line to the color of honey (and maybe pollen), the third line to the monarchy of a bee hive. This multiple linking is not always a good thing but I do like this particular instance.
frantically preparing
for mother’s visit
this long weekend
Barbara A. Taylor
Nicely carries the energy of verse two into a new realm.
Audrey was so elegant
in her little black dress
and up-do
Pauline O’Carolan
This is a word link that reads like something subtler. I must have read it and enjoyed it about eight times before the phrase “bee-hive hair-do” came to mind. Before that, I thought that the idea of “elegant” was being retro fitted to the society of bees and I love that kind of linking.
a new mother
rocks her little girl
in her arms
Victor Ortiz
Perhaps the obvious link is the motion of rocking, in contrast to waggling. But what makes this interesting to me is the contrast between the tender nurturing of human motherhood and the queenship in the hive. There, the first female to hatch, when there is a vacancy for a queen, begins immediately to kill any other young females.
the dog’s glee
behind the door
as the key turns
Agnes Eva Savich
Well, yeah. One link is a characteristic motion. And one contrast is between intra and inter-species communication.
a Rosetta Stone
needed to translate
the office politics
Marietta McGregor
A solid link relating to communication and a mildly humorous invocation of the collaborative processes of linked verse.
in silence
he interprets the joy
in her hands
Carol Ann Palomba
I like this a lot and I’m not sure that I literally understand it. It could relate to touching. It could relate to palm reading. It could relate to characteristic and endearing gestures. It would make an effective opening in the love verses.
OUR THIRD VERSE (DAISAN)
her china cups
filled with oolong
and memories
Liz Ann Winkler
So, here is one potential destination for the honey that bees and only bees make. The word that makes this stand out for me is “memories.” We don’t think about bees having memory but of course they do or this process of communication would not work. A bee has to remember where the flowers are in order to tell others. The others have to remember what they were told in order to follow the directions. So, this word “memories” actually looks back at the previous verse and sheds new light on it for me. It also offers some good possibilities about where to go in the next verse, an initial love verse. Though we have to be careful that we don’t inadvertently link to both this verse and Polona’s.
I made some significant alterations in the original version of this verse (her china teacups / filled with sweet tea / and memories) because I didn’t want to so prominently carry the long “e” sounds into a third verse. I removed “tea,” “tea” and “sweet” and added “oolong.” But I kept “memories.” (Don’t’ we all?) If, upon final review, we feel that those “e” sounds are still too prominent, we can possibly remove “bees” from Polona’s verse without losing its clarity. But let’s have it this way for now.
There is another linkage that appeals to me here. From the waggle dance, there is a faint suggestion to me of the shifting of a china cup in a china saucer as it is being served to a guest and the characteristic sound that this makes. If I were writing in this renku, that’s where I would start in trying to compose a first love verse.
REQUIREMENTS FOR OUR NEXT VERSE
- A love verse
- Non-seasonal (no kigo)
- Two lines
- Linking with verse three but not, in any way, with the first or second verses.
- An indoor image. Perhaps a night image but no moon (we are saving that for later)
- No long “e” sounds
A few words here about love verses, once again, from Earl Miner’s Japanese Linked Poetry (Princeton University Press, 1979). “For renga love is essentially one-sided, loving or longing without having the affection returned. (Sometimes a brief time of happiness is presumed or allowed, so that subsequent change may have the greater effect.)”
This is a short session we are engaged in, so we will have just a single, two-verse love sequence (verses four and five).
OUR RENKU, SO FAR
breathing in
scent of new growth
in the trees
Shane Pruett
a pollen-covered bee’s
waggle dance
Polona Oblak
her china cups
filled with oolong
and memories
Liz Ann Winkler
Please use the “Leave a Reply” box, below, to submit your verse four offers. I will be reviewing them until the submission deadline of midnight, New York time, on Monday, September 24. My selection and commentary, together with an invitation for the fifth verse will appear here on Thursday, September 27.
I look forward to seeing your offers for the love verse!
John Stevenson
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Thank you, everyone! The submission period is now closed and I am starting to prepare a selection and comments.
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polaris is in draco tonight
that unblinking stare across the miles
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polaris is in draco tonight
chasing his tail through the wormhole
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polaris is in draco tonight
a pinky swear in the way of the intercepting fist
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a love letter
folded and unfolded
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the ring slips
from her finger
her china cups
filled with oolong
and memories
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-Liz Ann Winkler
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the courtesan
draws the velvet curtains
her china cups
filled with oolong
and memories
Liz Ann Winkler
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retorna me
cara mia ti amo . . .
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– Lorin
On checking, that should be:
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ritorna a me
cara mia ti amo . . .
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– Lorin
. .. and just in case anyone might wonder: there is no equivalent to the long English e sound in there. It’s more delicate, more like our short i.
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– Lorin
her china cups
filled with oolong
and memories
Liz Ann Winkler
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Elizabeth and Dudley
sporting on the Thames
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– Lorin
they kiss again
to a round of clinks
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she gushes yes
before he’s done
Verse 2:
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Mummy was kissing a stranger
in the lamplight
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Verse 3:
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tottering on the edge
of love
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Verse4:
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I’d listened to your pretty lies
but you never held my hand
their song long since deleted
from her playlist
spin the bottle in hindsight
was merely embarrassing
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never trust a downpipe
for safe and rapid retreat
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did I tell you jasmine
always gives me hayfever?
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Whoops. I guess either ‘jasmine’ or ‘hayfever’ will be a kigo, and we don’t want a flower verse here. Sorry!
Right. Good catch, Marietta!
to kiss the bride
he stands on a stool
for their dance
she takes off her heels
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for their dance
she goes without heels
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no heels for the bride
when they dance
We have “dance” in verse two. So, we won’t be repeating it. Especially not in this position. We need to avoid any repetition or obvious linking with either the hokku or the verse before the one we are currently linking.
Oops. In trying to avoid pronouns, or at least starting with them, I missed the more obvious repetition.
Good thought about the pronouns!
la petite mort
upon spying his tumbler
we still sing in a low voice
the words of our song
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Congratulations, Liz Ann, and thank you John for your leadership and all your comments! This is my first renku and so I appreciate learning from you as we go, in fact, from all of you. What a really fun and challenging practice! Here are my offerings for week four:
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her whole body shakes
spotting him with her friend
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a gunshot
far away in the night
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her reply only silence
as she implores her through a door
here you are finally
the jingling of the keys in the lock
she whatsapps the cute guy
from geography class
he gifts him poetry
by Marcel Proust
a virtual toast to their first
Smule video duet
Lovely verse, Liz Ann.
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I request him as my partner
with ulterior motives
a lovely verse, Liz Ann. i like the choice!
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for fun:
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never sure which twin
he was dating
my fourth verse:
that side of the bed
with no depression
A very evocative verse, Liz Ann. Thank you!
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Verse 1:
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my breasts spilleth over
into his hands
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I taste the sound of
“with this ring”
the lace brassiere
hangs from a bedpost
sympathetic chat
with a distant friend
while train cars couple and
his folly someone’s promised
recovers a path
to the garden
our reflections
so stirring
one candle burns amidst
their household detritus
twin peaks in view
as he quips, “best 2 out of 3?”
oops…long eeee!
his platform shoes and boa
feathering my closeted self
Lovely, Liz Ann! And thank you for the discussion, John.
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her china cups
filled with oolong
and memories
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— Liz Ann Winkler
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a glance lingers a while
on round white shoulders
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they choose a star to adopt
because it’s forever
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the dilation of his pupils
not due to drugs or drink
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Thanks all and just for fun-
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tickling his ears
with the tip of a feather
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long e noted.
That is fun! How about:
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tickling his ears
with double entendres
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tickles his ribs
with a double entendre
I like it! Sexy and clever, great combo.
Fun, but I would think a double entendre, or anything language-related, would link back to the waggle dance?
her china cups
filled with oolong
and memories
Liz Ann Winkler
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a bowl of koicha
the warmth of my grandma
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your sublime smile
through the braided tea steam
Congratulations, Liz Ann!
Thank you John for comments.
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star gazing on our
first night of intimacy
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delicately, she unzips
her brassiere
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the tingle of flesh
on her porcelain skin
Ooh – I really love the third one, Barb.
thankyou, Liz Ann
I’m just now joining in. This renku really is coming along so…congratulations to Shane, Polona and Liz Ann for such exquisite verses. I enjoyed going back to read all the offerings of the past few weeks. John, your comments and thoughts always offer such insights. Thank you for sharing them.
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Here are my offerings to link to Liz Ann’s beautiful tea verse:
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her china cups
filled with oolong
and memories
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Liz Ann Winkler
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distant lightning crackles
as he strokes her hair
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soft patter of rain
as they dance in the dark
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he imagines her touch
as rain taps a dance in tin
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a curl of smoke
and warmth on their tongues
Duh! I left off a word: This renku really is coming along so WELL…
the ‘tink’ of our toast
still echoing
the ‘clink’ of our toast…?
every bone of the man
praised at the inquest
Happy Together
on the cathedral organ
Or: Burning Love, Maybe I’m Amazed, Let’s Stay Together
savouring the guilt
of his nervous kisses
drunk with her smell I feel
in the seventh heaven
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face to face two pillows
waiting for you and me
the glow of our favorite
old romcom
already blocking
with his wet French kisses
forget this one:(
two hands on the tablecloth
approach … move away…
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his hand plays
with her bracelets
looking into cup
for a sign
plumbing the depths
for a sign of love
Congratulations Liz !!!!
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plumbing the depths
of each other’s eyes
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face time focused
below the waist
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our face time focused
on anything but
or perhaps:
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their face time focused
on anything but
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their shifting shapes
of body language
her china cups
filled with oolong
and memories
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-Liz Ann Winkler
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daily a foreign student texts
the young professor
her china cups
filled with oolong
and memories
Liz Ann Winkler
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The Love Song for Shu-Sin
I presented her on Valentine’s Day
Sybil and Tom cause a tempest
inside Downton Abbey
Sybil and Tom’s tempest
inside Downton Abbey
her china cups
filled with oolong
and memories – Liz Ann Winkler
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what the butler saw
is no-one’s business
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Lorin
Congratulations Liz Ann. 🙂 Another daisan win!
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Lorin
shyly they fold down
the heirloom quilt
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gently they fold down
the heirloom quilt
her china cups
filled with oolong
and memories
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-Liz Ann Winkler
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the handmaiden
blushes at his portrait
your smile like his
a world away
reading the tea leaves
a bluebird
Congratulations to Liz
here my verses:
the engagement ring
kept in the safety box
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that night in Xian
when their child was conceived
Rick and Ilsa
digitally restored
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we’ll always have
Casablanca
Wow – what a delight. Thank you, John. I love your change; it made me think of the relationship between longing and memories and just sounds better. I really needed this boost today. Blessings on you and all my fellow poets.
Liz Ann,
I am so relieved that you are happy with the revision. I wanted to discuss it with you in advance and off site but couldn’t find your email address. There is a tradition that gives the session leader license to make changes, even quite radical ones. But I prefer to talk it over, if possible. And now, after several years on this site, I’ve just now discovered that there is a way for me to get access to the email address that was used when submitting a reply. So, others will get a message from me if I’m contemplating a revision.
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I love your verse and I hope I have preserved the quality of it while dealing with the “long e” issue.
Congratulations to Shane, Polona & Liz Ann! A truly delightful beginning.
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Greetings, John. Thank you for leading this renku. I enjoy your commentary very much.
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her china cups
filled with oolong
and memories
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-Liz Ann Winkler
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how delicate the neck
of my housemaid
the delicate neck
of my housemaid
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the celibate poet
takes a cue from issa’s cat
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Congratulations, Liz Ann a lovely, lovely verse, so delicate an image for the link. A marvellous choice and comment, John.
This is a great place to learn 🙂
“In silence” was unambiguous to me. In silence interpreting sign language. Reallt surprised you missed that.
That’s interesting, Katherine. I also interpreted Carol Ann’s verse as showing at least one person of the two using Auslan or the USA equivalent.
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Lorin
Yes, I was referring to sign language—communicating through movement like the bee! 🙂