The Renku Sessions: Rendezvous – Week 12
The Renku Sessions continue on The Haiku Foundation. I am Patricia Machmiller and I am honored to be your guide for an eighteen-verse renku, in which we will compose one verse per week until completion.
Hello, everyone. I hope wherever you are, you are safe and well. It looks like Northern California has passed the peak of the first wave of the virus. The sun is warming us up and my irises bloomed this week—they are almost my favorite flower. The ones I have are a single delicate shade of blue-violet. Every year they remind me of how fortunate I am. When I was working twenty years ago, I happened by my boss’s boss’s office. His secretary, a person I didn’t know and whom I had never spoken to before, had a bowl of these beautiful irises on her desk. I stopped by to admire them and learned that she grew them. She asked me if I would like to have some. I told her, “Oh, yes, I would.” Then I forgot about the conversation completely. In the fall someone came by my desk and dropped off a brown paper bag saying it was from Miriam. It was full of rhizomes. She hadn’t forgotten. I will confess I am not a great gardener, but these irises have continued to reward my poor efforts; there are now four patches of them in my yard, and every spring when they bloom, I think with gratitude of the woman who so generously gifted me with them.
But I digress. We are ready to choose our eleventh verse. So, let us proceed. Here are the verses that first struck me as a possible next verse.
his stupid joke
backfires
on him
Mark Powderhill
the corner of the mirror
where she keeps
her favorite photos
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coming from a family
of prodigious
anglers
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ducks leaving
chevrons as they paddle
downstream
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always
looking
for an angle
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carrying the most
precious things
in the crook of her arm
Laurie Greer
our jackaroo
points to the scar above
his left eyebrow
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above the graffiti
ochre handprints
fading
Lorin Ford
prodigal
sons come in through
the back door
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sad puppets
are the ones that see
the strings
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driving back home
counting tree shadows
on empty streets
Dan Campbell
can we trust
the testing strategies
to flatten the curve
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turning around
refugees’ blood
rich with antibodies
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snruter nworht
ylluflliks nehw
gnaremoob a
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back atcha
are the comforting words
if a pillow talked
Wendy C. Bialek
home late the dog
licks my plate
around the floor
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his raised eyebrow
suggests
a new beginning
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clippings
litter
the barber’s floor
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screams
run deep
in Todd sweeney’s chair
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his last pitch
on the box cars
rolling in
Robert Kingston
glazing perfection
distinguishes
this young potter
Barbara A. Taylor
A sailor went to sea, sea, sea
To see what he could
see, see, see
Alison Woolpert
directions
mean nothing
to the wind
Jonathon Alderfer
the refuse sorted
ready for collection
paper plastic glass
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the ‘missing’ poster
of a much loved cat
tied to a lamppost
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the rescue centre
releases a hedgehog
into the wild
Andrew Shimield
bursting with pride
at remembering
the way home
Michael Skele
feeling
the smoothness
of a river rock
Susan Burch
the fruit basket
gives back
with a dessert
Margherita Ptericcione
“only locals allowed
on our beach
so go home!”
Pauline O’Caroline
a flurry
of rosellas
over the hedge
Kanjini Devi
before applause
we wait until the last note
fully fades away
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the casino man’s
favorite game
is the coin toss
Clysta Seney
the youngest children
learn to play
tag you’re it
Debbie Scheving
in tiny tails
the prodigy
strides onstage
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the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
Judt Shrode
empty-handed hunting
for the receipt
showing toilet paper
M. R. Defibaugh
inheriting
my father’s service saber
was a double-edged sword
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autocorrect’s
objection to typing
“back atcha”
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the merciful
forgiveness of
a roundabout
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realizing
my sourdough starter
might just outlive me
Autumn Noelle Hall
These are the verses that made my final list:
our jackaroo
points to the scar above
his left eyebrow
Lorin Ford
Lorin brings in interesting language. The link to the boomerang is through its eyebrow shape, and we might even surmise that the scar has that shape too.
above the graffiti
ochre handprints
fading
Lorin Ford
Here the link is intriguingly subtle. I’d almost call this a scent link—the handprints on the stone cliff might be those of the inventor of the boomerang. One senses the history and culture of the Aboriginal people here. Nicely done.
snruter nworht
ylluflliks nehw
gnaremoob a
Wendy C. Bialek
I like this verse for its cleverness—an upside down, reverse spelling of the previous verse rendered in three lines instead of two. And I like the wackiness of it. Our renku needs something silly or outrageous right about now. Admittedly, pronunciation would be a problem when reading the poem out loud!
A sailor went to sea, sea, sea
To see what he could
see, see, see
Alison Woolpert
Here’s another verse that would add a change-up in the rhetoric. The sing-song of the child’s verse would be good right here. Unfortunately, I don’t quite see the link.
directions
mean nothing
to the wind
Jonathon Alderfer
A subtle link with a play on the word “direction.” The boomerang to be skillfully thrown would have a direction and the thrower has to account for the wind. On the other hand, the wind has a direction, but it cannot be skillfully handled for “directions mean nothing” to it; it accounts to no one and no thing.
the refuse sorted
ready for collection
paper plastic glass
Andrew Shimield
The link here is unusual—“refuse” is something thrown (away). Very clever, Andrew.
feeling
the smoothness
of a river rock
Susan Burch
The link here is to the surface quality of the rock and the boomerang—the airfoil smoothness of each. I also imagined that this rock was of a size that could be skipped.
“only locals allowed
on our beach
so go home!”
Pauline O’Caroline
This appealed to me again because of the distinct change in voice and rhetoric that we need right now. The link is to “return.” Also, it is very current to our present situation.
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
Judt Shrode
Lol. So funny and I love the link by the sound and meaning at a syllabic level—“boom-“ and “-bomb.”
realizing
my sourdough starter
might just outlive me
Autumn Noelle Hall
Another link through Aboriginal culture that originated the boomerang and bread-making using sourdough as a starter. The verse in its appreciation of aliveness is very appealing.
It was difficult deciding which verse to choose. A number of the verses had profound meanings with a quiet ruminating quality to them: Lorin’s “above the graffiti,” Jonathon’s “directions,” and Autumn’s “realizing.” There’s another group that got their energy from the language: Lorin’s “our jackaroo,” Wendy’s “snruter nworht,” Pauline’s “only locals allowed,” and Judt’s “the seniors’ tour group.” I feel that we are at a point in the renku where we need an injection of energy and so I am choosing Judt’s verse for its language and humor.
So here is our poem so far:
rendezvous —
snowshoes piled high
outside the sauna Sally Biggar
an antiphonal greeting
of one wolf to the others Mary Kendall
the jury still out
on gray
vs grey Laurie Greer
a little half-
and-half in my tea M. R. Defibaugh
scarecrows and
moons are the best
listeners Dan Campbell
at the autumn gates
who can hear me now Wendy C. Bialek
an opened sesame
seed packet
from India Betty Shropshire
and as if by magic
they fall in love Marion Clarke
like charmed quarks
their relationship
thrives on give and take Clysta Seney
a boomerang
when skillfully thrown returns Kanjini Devi
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu Judt Shrode
We are coming up on the end of the renku—it will be here before we know it. I want to give you a notion of the ride ahead. I’d like the next two verses (12 and 13) to build in intensity and excitement like we are approaching the rapids in a river, then the three following verses (14, 15, and 16) should go fast, like we are rushing quickly through the rapids, and we come to the waterfall, our glorious ending (verses 17 and 18).
So, with the above in mind, here are the instructions and considerations for our twelfth verse. This verse is a nonseasonal verse. It should link to the eleventh verse, but have no connection to the tenth verse. The requirements for this verse are:
- a two-line poem of fourteen syllables or less
- this verse has no seasonal reference. Note that we should avoid the mention of celestial occurrences, of anything shiny (the moon verse is coming up), or building structures like gates, fences, houses, doors, etc. for one more verse. Avoid proper names and seed-like things for two verses; avoid the names of countries for a long while. Avoid references to the occult for three verses, references to science subjects for four verses, and tools or small flying objects for five. No birds, old people, or photography for six verses.
- a single syntactical structure flowing over two lines.
Please enter your verses in the comments box, below. I will be reviewing these offers until midnight on Tuesday, May 12 (California time zone). On Thursday, May 14, there will be a new posting containing my selection for the twelfth verse, some discussion of other appreciated verses, and instructions for composing the thirteenth verse.
Again, I hope you stay safe and healthy. Do take all precautions. And I hope you are enjoying the renku writing process. Keep up the good writing. Now is the time for the wild, the hilarious, the outrageous. A snippet of a nursery rhyme, a quote from your favorite poet or from your most reprehensible pol . . . all are grist for consideration. The more you write the better the final renku will be. I look forward to seeing your work.
And thank you, John, for your help in posting this.
With gratitude to all who have contributed; and thanks to those who already have a verse and still are contributing. We are glad for your voices and your company.
Patricia
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doesn’t wear a face mask
’cause it catches on his heel spur
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https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/politics/onpolitics/2018/12/27/trump-vietnam-war-bone-spur-diagnosis/2420475002/
wishin’ and hopin’
and wishin’ the virus away
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycbgHM1mI0k
Wondering where another week has gone…
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A belated thank you, Patricia, for including my verses among your mentions. I hadn’t made the Aboriginal connection to sourdough (but I appreciated your encouragement to do a little research). I was just thinking about things that come back over and over, and arrived at the tongue-in-cheek irony of being outlived by my own starter in the process. ; )
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Congratulations, Judt, on a truly amusing image/anecdote. It’s a wonderfully fun addition to the renku!
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the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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it’s all eyes on
the ordinance officer
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down to his very last
little blue pill
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which one of you ordered
the cheesy pickle…?
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another meta coup
for the data scrapers
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remind me again
which one is Bob…?
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it’s feather dusters and quill pens
for the lot of you
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and you asked what was wrong
with a little peck on the cheek
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my granddaughter says
we’ve gone viral
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Well, it’s 10:06 Mountain Time, so if we’re on EST, I’ve missed the deadline. But if we’re going by your clock, Patricia, maybe I’m in under the wire…?
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All in good fun, either way!
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~Autumn
autumn
re: deadline
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PATRICIA STATES:
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“Please enter your verses in the comments box, below. I will be reviewing these offers until midnight on Tuesday, May 12 (California time zone). “
Yep—scrolled back up and read those very words myself…after hitting submit. With 200-300 posts, scrolling back and forth between the instructions and the comments box gets dizzying after a while. 🤪
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Nice of you to keep us all on our toes, though.👯♀️
Thank you, Autumn. I’ve been out of commission for a couple days, and haven’t been checking the site.
Congrats Judt! A most amusing visual…
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the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu Judt Shrode
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that thousand watt smile
in blackface
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Thank you!
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu – Judt Shrode
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“Dammit!” cries the one
who’s lost her multifocals
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what’s-his-name the flasher
will be airbrushed out
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what’s-his-name the drooler
will be airbrushed out
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our octogenarian
high on medicinal weed
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These are very funny, lorin……however, i was wondering….
PATRICIA’S RULES STATES THAT:
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“No birds, old people, or photography for six verses.”
to me these appear to speak of stereotypical behaviours of old people…..
Patricia how would you consider them?
You’re right, Wendy. (Though I think what you really mean is more logically “PATRICIA”S GUIDELINES … ” rather than “PATRICIA’S RULES . . .”)
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“No birds, old people, or photography for six verses.”
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I did read through the instructions early in the piece, but missed this at the end when I posted the ku above.”No birds”…well, that’s obvious to me, After the switch from the flying boomerang to the non-flying bird, yet another bird would seem the beginning of a list.
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Why no old people for this verse position isn’t so obvious. We’re linking to Judt’s
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the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu – Judt Shrode
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A group & an individual are different things. These verses of mine close in to a focus on individuals. If Basho could do it, why not me? None of these offered verses lead back to “last but one” (Kanjuni’s “boomerang” verse) , nor even to any of the previous verses in the renku to date, as far as I can tell.
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There is no photography in any of these. Altering photographs, as in “airbrushing” is not photography though of course it is linked to it. It is a different process and if it happens it happens after,/i> the photography.
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“What’s-his-name” is a male of unknown age, though linked to Judt’s verse we can assume he’s in the senior’s tour group.. . that’s how it’s linked. etc. etc.
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Personally, I don’t see why various kinds of linking would not be welcome, and it’s notable that there have been no close or plain links at all in this renku to date, except perhaps Marion’s “as if by magic…”
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However, I do see why my first offer:
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“CAUTION — BULLDUST
for the NEXT 80 MILES”
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might validly be seen as linking to “boomerang”: if selected it would be the 3rd verse in a row with a distinct Australian reference, . . . (ironically, if it were to be selected . . . which it won’t be because it can be seen as returning to last-but-one … it’d be first Australian-themed verse by an Australian)
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None of these newer offers of mine break any renku rules. However, yes, Patricia’s guidelines do state: “No birds, old people, or photography for six verses.”
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Too late for me to do anything about it now. Well, that’s it, then. Time for me to sing “so long it’s been good ta know ya”, bow and exit.
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Flying golf balls don’t work well with the boomerang…It’s a good thing I was lucky enough to get a verse in early! lol
collapsing in pain
on a reachable par 4
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collapsing in pain
as his son drives balls
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the gallery scatters
after a wayward drive
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rubbernecking
from the back seat
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masked passengers
side-eye my allergies
a hat pin for popping
the party balloons
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bitcoins spent
for the prom limousine
her nest egg growing
with bitcoins
race you to the next
popcorn machine
all planes grounded
because of one idiot
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no-one on the bus
below 50
banjo busker at the farmers
market checking his hat
the gun holster
hanging from the hat stand
the echo of the footsteps
of the intruder
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the guide’s voice makes it
round the corner before him
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my friends always remember
names I don’t
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu Judt Shrode
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hands pressed
upon the window pane
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kitty’s tail in and out
of the zoom meeting
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land protections lifted
without a Twitter
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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a new cover
for Las Meninas
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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a nail in the coffin
for the runaway killer
three years in my face
masquerading as president
que te mantengas
por siempre joven
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1fSVbBwVX8
pandemics teach new skills
my biscuits are bulletproof
if we all stopped breathing
we’d surely kill this virus
Thanks I will try that!
dan…. LOL!!!!!!
you’re so vain
you won’t be seen in a face mask
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https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-1-d&q=he%27s+so+vain
the pubic hair
caught in her relaxed jean’s zipper
whoop’s no ‘pubic hair’:
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the pubic hair
caught in her relaxed jeans zipper
holy water
some people sizzle
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hiker heaven
finding an orchard
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hiker heaven
walking through a cloud
hi all, and wow! what a lovely renku so far ☺
so following Judt’s the seniors’ tour group:
her father reading
over her shoulder
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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when we go high
they go low
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he thinks wearing a mask
makes him look too democratic
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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boggle eyed
a crocodile breaks water
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merry-go-round nose up
and everyone goes down
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a drink on the deckchair
and the sea on TV
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a porcupine is eating
the croquettes of the cat
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a sprain
on the first May walk
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a crooked movement
and she breaks her favorite cup
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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‘guests, like fish begin to smell
after three days’
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Benjamin Franklin
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Greek soldiers creep
from the wooden horse
automatic voice
at the highway exit
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hula hoop in space
with saturn rings
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a woman sitting on the bus
reminds me of my mother
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from the serving hatch
they come and go flat
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fathers and sons lined up
the latest Ipad for the exit
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voices of people on the street
on the day of the vote
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a running race
through the streets of the historic center
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from the mega-screen on the waterfront
the rings of saturn
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in the planetarium room
the light of a cell phone
from stay at home
to stay alert
the low work
of trolls
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Hi Judt, Your verse was very funny. Loved it.
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Verse 1:
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“this way
to the performing seals”
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Verse 2:
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they viewed the collection
with robbery in mind
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Verse 3:
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does it really matter
if you’re black or white?
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Verse 4:
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cars behind the service station
explode
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Verse 5:
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for encouraging violence
the juniors’ coach was sacked
Thank you, Pauline
so much depends upon
staying six feet apart
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empty barn, memories
of my grandpa’s echos
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bonsai
teaspoon shovels
congratulations, Judt!
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weird things seen before
his cataract operation
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with my little eye
I saw him die
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it’s the end, doo doo doo
doo doo doo
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he followed her to school
one day
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he followed her to school one day
and broke the teacher’s rule
Thanks, Kiti!
picnics in swamps
means drowning in frog spawn and gnats
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never search for the owner
of a lost glass slipper
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gardeners rule, seeds
will become the new gemstones
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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too late he learns the perils
of oversharing
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Very poignant and of the moment Laurie.
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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reading through the night
by a long-necked lamp
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being the zookeeper’s
favorite has its perks
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cocoon
caterpillar launching pad
a mom’s day longing
to know he is safe
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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suddenly feeling nekkid
without his bandanna
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finding the news
hard to digest
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while peeling oranges for a snack
they talk about streaking
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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fed up
with hearts of stone
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too tall to fold him-
self under the caution tape
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intoxicated clouds
are harder to paint
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faces fade away
but her fragrance remains
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joy should be frozen
so it can be sipped again
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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through the crowd
a rebus of eye heart eye queue
sob sister has an answer
for all the questions
She does!
Welcome back Carol.
Hope alls well.
All’s well, here, Robert, thankyou. Wishing you and your family well.
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Apart from work, I’ve been distracted by an online poetry course I’m on, more to it than I thought, but non the less, very interesting and another great haiku form to pursue.
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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the speed of minds
popping frogs
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she loses her white gloves
at the zoom bridge game
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seeing her hands for the first time
at zoom bridge
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a sprinkle of chocolate
on the fruit sundae
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the taste of vinegar
in her Eton mess
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a dash of vinegar
in the Eton mess
a spoonful of vinegar
in the Eton mess
jack fruits have a habit
of slipping through bars
off the cruiseship
and what have they done?!
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open and transparent
in black and white
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what’s in that sandwich?
the focus of chatter
the poor going hungry
while food goes to waste
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wondering if a hunger strike
could do any good
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enjoying the wind chimes
I hit with a rake
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sometimes it’s easier
to believe in the devil
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chased
by an unruly mob
simply jogging
an unarmed man
a wop bob alu
bob a wop bam boom
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“a-wop-bop-a-loo-mop-
a-wop-bam-boom”
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slippin’ and slidin’
(peepin’ and hidin’)
edited:
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a wop bob alu bob
a wop bam boom
‘boom” goes back to kanjini’s verse with ‘boomerang”….and so may be disqualified.
tour of nation’s capital
photobombed by a jackass (apologies for stealing Judt’s idea)
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sea otter staring
into his diving mask
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widow’s smile when
his life insurance kicks in
That’s perfectly ok…a jackass, indeed!
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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the bus driver pats his own back
and steers off the cliff
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after the coastal seal walk
her pockets are full of shells
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a towering crane teeters
as the jackhammer starts up
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Three good ones, Clysta! That first one was literally lol–did not see it coming.
Thank you Laurie. I enjoyed your height verses very much, being the shortest in a family of giants.
tired of being asked
if she’s a basketball player
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brought up to believe nothing
is beyond his reach
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the taller the story
the truer it must be
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the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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you need a root canal
says the dentist
smelling the ocean
before the sight of it
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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these days they paint rainbows on sheep
to support our healthcare
these days they paint rainbows on sheep
to help with the strain
her last wee
before leaving
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her one for the road
permeates through tent walls
🙂 🙂
Whether human or sheep, love it.
each oak tree plays
a different tune when it rains
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apple pie crumbs
on the exercise bike
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wishing wells, better
investments than banjos
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beautiful ladies never pat
an ugly man’s dog
the hands behind his head
doubling gimcrack gestures
Subtle Patrick.
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do they know or care
about our laughing at them
a quick meal snack
ordered through a clown’s face
https://www.johnfry.com/pages/JackintheBox.html
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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sprinklers spray the field
at the same time every day
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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a sign of rain
when the high firs move
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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silent coral bells
blowing in the wind
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Hey, hey, hey! Judt Shrode!
yes, carmen…..i was thinking along those lines as well! good job!
“hold on tight”
her claws on my wrist
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snow clung
to our eyelashes
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she only laughs like that
when she’s gasping
Just for fun, of course.
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on this bucket list trip
some pairing off going on
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That’s not what I meant!
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on this dream excursion
some pairing off going on
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judt did you figure it out?
You never know 😂😂😂
I’m almost positive I posted this as a reply to Kanjini…..?
Hey Judt, I’m a little lost…
Join the club!! 😂😂
lost among renku lovers
life’s not so bad 🙂
Yep! Pretty darn good, actually.
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My mother always said ‘It could be worse.’ My daughter always says ‘It is what it is.’ And I’m stuck in the middle with ‘You never know.’
I was just being silly with the reply. In a silly mood, I guess.
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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wearing ppe’s
with pizzazz
oooops! ppe’s are proper nouns
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wearing protective gear
with pizzazz
worn “walk this way” markers
on the unemployment floors
walk this way
markers on the floor
formatting!
begin by painting
the lovers in technicolor
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impossible to see her
dancing in the brightness
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even so, sit by the willow
where the water speaks
begin by painting
the lovers in technicolor
impossible to see her
dancing in the brightness
even so, sit by the willow
where the water speaks
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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our walks now mapped out
by tea and toilets
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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too tall an order to clear the air
with bleach
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kayaking down a river
that has no name
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my skin’s tattooed with weeks,
years, decades from head to foot
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concerts
of whalesongs
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most rubber duckies
spend their lives in just one tub
Nice one, Judt, excellent.
Congratulations. I can see the pesky might lurking about for just the right moment 🙂
Thank you, Carol. I love the image of a sneaky emu! 😂
The thing is, they certainly can be sneaky. I’ve been recalling, since your verse was chosen, the Melbourne Zoo incident from when my son was 3 or 4 years old. Lovely, sunny day. He had a cake roll that he wanted and was sitting on a wooden bench , the sort without a back, eating it. I was close by and there was no-one anywhere close to us. The setting was around a small, man-made lake with an island in it. I heard his scream and turned to see him in angry tears. There was an emu strutting away and he was pointing to it, in a rage.
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Yes, it really had sneaked up behind him, reached around with its long neck and took his cake.
I once read animals can’t reason, I’ve never agreed with this statement. When it comes to survival or self gratification, man or animal when opportunity knocks …
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A marvellous graphic read. Thanks for sharing 🙂
grandkids argue over sightings
bones vs. flip flops
a son’s first words
are always car keys, please
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joy is watching
two hermits embrace
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joy is watching
hippos enjoying the banjo
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scubadivers enjoy
shipwrecks and mermaid mirages
choices soon to narrow
to conventional candidates
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Or
narrowing the choices
to conventional candidates
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perfect weather
for the virtual graduation
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a brief refresher
on the role of chlorophyll
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synthesizing his notes
for a lecture on chlorophyll
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I know this one won’t count but can’t resist:
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the oohs
at oz
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Noticed all the great ooo sounds in Judt’s verse
Love it, Laurie. I’ve always wanted the chance to oooh and even ahhh at oz., but don’t think it’s gonna happen this time around.
virtual graduation/weather 👍👍
Thanks, Judt! Don’t lose the faith: remember, “you never know’!
😂👍
evil men build
corrals for tumbleweeds
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howls from pirates walking
the plank shatter eardrums
making great again
this global pandemic
who says what’s fertile
ground for renku
pressing the collective mind
for a gem of a verse
somebody’s somebody
in the amber alert
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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leave that shower curtain
well alone
electronic visitors crowd
despondent eels
.
https://borneobulletin.com.bn/forget-me-not-japan-aquarium-seeks-video-chats-for-eels/
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https://www.npr.org/2020/05/06/851173942/since-aquarium-closed-to-the-public-eels-appear-to-be-lonely
patricia,
are eels off limit since they are shiny?
I don’t think that the first thing you think of when you think of an eel is shininess. Not to mention, they’d be a great addition to the renku.
thanks, patricia, for your reply….i understand what you mean. quintessential!
in the cockney club
eating eels and mash
.
within the sound of Bow bells
knives forks eels mash
.
Eels were/are a common dish in East London.
You could also feast on pie, mash and liquor. Arguments still occur today over where to buy the best.
And just before you lick your lips, bare in mind the demon barber also resided within the sound of Bow bells.
one feels
for the eels
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu – Judt Shrode
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“CAUTION — BULLDUST
for the NEXT 80 MILES”
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i really enjoy this…..lorin
looks like you are taking note of patricia’s
encouragements and starting to let go…
i say this reveals a lively renku….that i find
playful, and fun…..kudos
i knew you had in ya….to create a wild and crazy verse…..bravo, lorin
😂😂 I guess there’s a downside to almost everything.
Nice one, Lorin 🙂
Nice work, Judt. I was just wondering what inspired your story image when I read your note re it coming to mind the last hour. Love that. And thank you, Patricia, for the in-depth commentary, and the mention. This has been such a nice distraction.
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taking a break
from breaking news
hi debbie..
I appreciate your choice to take a break from anything you want….and to write on any subject you want.
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i have read all the guidelines that patricia has given this
weeks renku above….in addition to this:
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PATRICIA SAYS:
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“Again, I hope you stay safe and healthy. Do take all precautions. And I hope you are enjoying the renku writing process. Keep up the good writing. Now is the time for the wild, the hilarious, the outrageous. A snippet of a nursery rhyme, a quote from your favorite poet or from your most reprehensible pol . . . all are grist for consideration. The more you write the better the final renku will be. I look forward to seeing your work.”
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“or from your most reprehensible pol. . .all are grist for consideration”
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i take it that “pol” means politician/politics.
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so i am sorry, but i will be disappointing you here….as i see politics and “any breaking news” to have a high correlation.
and politics and pandemic are up there in my priorities.
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i respect any boundaries the sabaki provides.
Wendy, I wasn’t suggesting to anyone not to write about current events. I’ve written many re the pandemic. I am not able to isolate. I’m out in the world at least five days a week and observing much firsthand. I was resting and enjoying an old movie that I had recorded, after watching the latest news, thus ” taking a break.” Was also tying into my comment to Patricia that her efforts here are a nice distraction, no matter the topic. How I connected my verse to the previous one I will leave for the reader.
cool! debbie…..enjoy….i just needed to place that caution out there….just in case!
thanks for understanding, and taking the time to clarify your position.
Thanks, Debbie.
debbie..,
we agree on this one….your question
is a good question…..i ,too, will be interested
in judt’s response to it.
in case i wasn’t clear:
debbie….we agree that it could be interesting for judt, (or any verse writter) to share their motivations for their work.
correction:
writer
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so here is new verse….to use this space efficiently:
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my verses can disturb
your eyes
Judt already gave her explanation in a comment. Perhaps I should have been more clear and started the sentence off with “As I was wondering…”
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
*
Judt Shrode
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this pop smells a little
like old fireworks
this pop smells
of old fireworks
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu Judt Shrode
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protestors in plaid jumpers
fill the intersection
.
the suspense is heightened
from the rear window
.
the exhibit of knots
reminds her of that dark night
.
all so, so good! clysta!
Thx Wendy…trying to keep up.
Yes, congrats to you, Judt!
the senior tour group
photobombed
by the emu
Judt Shrode
OMG,
ingesting bleach?
Thank you, Alison.
on some planets haiku are
alive and howl like wolves
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she said he’s the reason
their kids are so ugly
his campfire stories
scare the ghosts
I love the planet with howling haiku, Dan!!
Thanks Kanjini!
more fun and games
when the lights go off
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Or
no more fun and games
when the lights come back on
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his knighthood was castles of sand
and icicle duels
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joy is watching grandpa
and grandma dance on the porch
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he said gracias
when she ripped out his heart
this land is my land
this land is your land
.
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buzzing yellow mask
investigated by a murder hornet
.
https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/just-how-dangerous-is-the-murder-hornet/?utm_source=pocket-newtab
rediscovering his neighborhood
as restrictions ease
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traveling solo
with no fixed itinerary
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secrets he’ll keep forever
from his junior year abroad
*
*
suddenly the renku
writers slap-stick
Nicely done Judt
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after the show all caught in
headlights of a passing car
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regressing back to
our favorite stoner LP
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remastered from
our last meeting
Thanks!
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
*
Judt Shrode
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another natural-born comedian
discovered by accident
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finding her true self
as an accidental comedian
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finally laughing it off
to hide the pain.
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by laughing it off
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who will serve his covfefe
and german chocolate cake
https://www.lifeloveandsugar.com/german-chocolate-cake/
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/COVFEFE_Act
.
https://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2019/03/trumps-secondhand-embarrassment/585760/
Congratulations, Judt. I’m happy for you. 🙂 There’s no doubt that yours is a fresh and funny link.
Thank you very much, Lorin!
thursday morning
mid-wife always delivering
a strong lunged baby
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my poem for patricia!
thank you for consistently bringing life into
this world with your amazing insight,
and ability to shine a light in your perceptive words
your appreciation in every verse you review.
panic among us
at 51 mph
Most of these will probably be disqualified, LOL!
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grave robbers were greeted
by hungry ghosts
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treasures unearthed
were meant for the afterlife
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ducking and diving
to avoid paparazzi
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wondering the angle
when bombarded with gifts
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wondering the angle
of endless gifts
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but swinging is not
part of the package
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way oh way oh, way oh way oh
walk like an Egyptian
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Lol, some fun verses Kanjini!
Loving the process, Rob 🙂
ducking and diving
to avoid paparazzi
*
way oh way oh, way oh way oh
walk like an Egyptian
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love these….kanjini
Thanks, Wendy!
the flushing toilet
heard on the news
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valet testing +
with the candlestick
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even the virus afraid
of his bad mouthing
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even the virus threatened
by his bad mouthing
congrats! Judt !!!!!!!
this is such a fun visual….let go and left in the last minutes, so glad you kept on giving…..
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the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
.
Judt Shrode
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crowding eyes
on potato mountain
Thank you, Wendy!
Oh my goodness, thank you, Patricia! This once again reminds me of what I think is the truest phrase in the English language…’you never know.’ I ponder and reponder and ruminate over writing verses. But this one just popped up from who knows where at literally about half past the eleventh hour. There’s a lesson for me in there somewhere.
I can see from your choices that I was wrong about the backlink issue (Lorin was right, no surprise there 🙂). I’ve ordered John Carley’s books, and looking forward to diving in.
This renku is saving my bacon during quarantine. Thank you for all your effort, Patricia. And I’m grateful to everyone who participates in this fascinating process.
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Judt
I’m so pleased that you shared it, Judt. That’s how the boomerang verse came to me, out of ‘nowhere’ 😉
That’s great, Kanjini! Even more fun.
Hi, Judt–Congratulations! Your process is a wonderful example of how to write renku (or haiku or poetry) successfully. The mind is a pattern-making machine; you can trust it to produce the connection, the link, if you set it free from your internal critic. I encourage everyone to just write whatever pops into your mind. In renku it is easier to ignore the critic because the sabaki can be depended on to serve that role.
Thanks, Patricia. It’s not easy for me to relax into that. But it’s a worthy goal, and I’ll be trying not to try so much.
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu Judt Shrode
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a prosecco cork bobs
in its bottle
.
bunting lining the streets
for V E day
rounding her cape
we part together
rob…..love the “prosecco cork” bobbing
Thanks Wendy:-)
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on the way home they sing
show me the way to go home
.
as the beano ends they sing
show me the way to go home
on armistice day they remember
knees up mother brown
haiku soldiers on parade
amuse the literati
Congrats Judt, I have enjoyed reading your contributions each week and thank you Patricia for your encouragement each week. My muse is hibernating but I hope she will wake up one day soon.
Thank you, Dan!
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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laughing all morning
at custom-made limericks
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waiting for his career as a stand-up
to take off
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trying out new material
while the plane taxis
*
oops–
trying out new material
while the plane taxis
*
another “out” take
instead:
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trying new material
while the plane taxis
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cat majestic
walks through queue
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morning first coffee
rolling on floor
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she throws new frock
at her tailor
Congratulations Judt
Thank you Patricia for considering some of mine.
Well done everyone, enjoyed reading and looking into your offerings.
Stay safe
Have a great week.
Thanks, Robert!
Well done and deserved Judt. Congratulations. You take us in another direction with a smile. Your emu reminded me of Audrey Hepburn’s neck which surprised me. Thank you Patricia for noting my verse and especially for the glimpse of what to expect as the renku moves forward.
Thanks very much, Clysta!
Audrey Hepburn once
a towering movie star
Judt, now that I’ve figured my mindlink my mind can wander.
We are all having so much fun with your link.
So glad, Clysta. I’m seeing some very interesting and fun verses.
the seniors’ tour group
photobombed
by an emu
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Judt Shrode
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Congratulations, Judt!
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her face lights up
at the old joke
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Thanks, Laurie!
Fantastic choice! Congrats, Judt!! And well done, everyone. I loved seeing some of my favourite verses in the long list. Thanks for including my rosellas’ verse, Patricia:-)
Thanks very much, Kanjini!
I got the impression that you are new to renku…? If so, you’ve certainly hit the ground running!
Week 2 of Rendezvous was my intro to this fascinating journey!
renku river
which way will it flow?
Wow!
It could all go downhill from here 😉