Renku Sessions

The Renku Sessions: Rendezvous – Week 5

 

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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. What a week it has been! I am now hunkered down trying to evade the dreaded Covin19 virus. Here in Northern California we have been ordered to shelter in place. I’ve been trying to avoid crowds and have cancelled many planned get-togethers over the last few weeks as a precaution, but now it’s official. The uncertainty about how bad it is going to be and how long we are going to be in this state of isolation is very disconcerting. Many of your verses this week expressed this condition and anxiety. However, this is not yet the time for illness, even a pandemic, to be introduced; please wait at least until verse six.

I learned a lot this week—so many interesting things: Ansel Adams’ Zones, stellarators, piwakawaka birds, how to make cool and warm grays (or greys), the joys of working in a dark room, Crombie coats, Spenser Tunic—these are just a few of the fascinating subjects that surfaced. Thank you for sharing your world so openly.

Here are a few of the verses that I found to have potential to be the fourth verse:

 

drawn to the window
by the scent of rain

Fern

 

a chiaroscuro sketch
available for sale

Carol Jones

 

barnacles ride the bow
of sunken battleships
*

ghosts patrol the decks
of sunken battleships

*

castles last forever
or until the tide arrives

*

pigeons soar
whenever I walk by

Dan Campbell

 

in a dead heat between
the movie and book

Michael Henry Lee

 

 

the novel on the next train seat
famous for being unfinished

*

wonder if they’re still making
the shade ‘midnight auburn’

Marion Clarke

 

finger painted graffiti
on the dust covered cement truck

*
photographing
figures of speech

*

one does not need
to be in the dark

Wendy C. Bialek

 

the silence
within old films

*

a sharks fin
surfaces in the bay

Robert Kingston

 

night hunkers
around the noise

Nancy Liddle

 

piwakawaka
flitters about and tells stories

Kanjini Devi

 

quilted jacket panels
stitched from boomers’ robes

Clysta Seney

 

midnight
in the cinder-block dorm room

Laurie Greer

 

all eyes turn
to the referee

Andrew Shimield

 

new evidence to refute
what we’d come to believe

Michael Henry Lee

 

I might have been
spelling bee champion

Pauline O’Carolan

 

checking my moral compass
at the fork in the road

*

I hand her the red crayon
to inject some colour

Mark Powderhill

 

sketches drawn
in HB pencil

Polona Oblak

 

her curly and gaudy hair
stands out in the drizzle

Margharita Ptericcoine

 

wine bottle’s label
says tastes of slate and lime

Linda Weir

 

is that a framed sume-i
hanging over there?

*

wielding the use of a
quantum flux capacitor

*

entering my passcode
for the umpteenth time

*

stellarators on a scale
never before seen

Betty Shropshire

 

the stepped sides
of a granite quarry

Kristen Lindquist

 

a little half-
and-half in my tea

*

always take the road
that is asphaltless

M. R. Defibaugh

 

From this list I narrowed my choices to these:

 

a little half-
and-half in my tea

 M. R. Defibaugh

 

piwakawaka
flitters about and tells stories

Kanjini Devi

 

the silence
within old films

*

a sharks fin
surfaces in the bay

Robert Kingston

 

one does not need
to be in the dark

Wendy C. Bialek

 

drawn to the window
by the scent of rain

Fern

 

a chiaroscuro sketch
available for sale

Carol Jones

 

castles last forever
or until the tide arrives

Dan Campbell

 

in a dead heat between
the movie and book

Michael Henry Lee

 

wonder if they’re still making
the shade ‘midnight auburn’

Marion Clarke

 

All of these verses would make an interesting fourth verse. But I had to choose one. And it is

 

a little half-
and-half in my tea

M. R. Defibaugh

 

This verse had subtle linking to the previous verse; the half-and-half cream hints at the on-the-fence notion in the previous verse while not being on-the-fence at all, and left unsaid is the suggestion that the tea just might be Earl Grey. The fact that it is unsaid is masterful. But what I liked best about this verse was its tone—it matches the tone that we are trying to maintain in this part of the renku, a light, chit-chatty moment as our gathering warms up.

It has been hard to keep to the small-talk ambiance because we are living right now in a most distressing time. I can feel the urgency in the verses I didn’t consider for this slot. Please hold your best verses on the subject of the pandemic for verse six. In the meantime, we need to write verse five.

 

So here is the renku this 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

 

And now for our fifth verse. This verse should link to the fourth verse, but have no connection to the third verse. The requirements for this verse are:

  • a three-line poem of seventeen syllables or less
  • this is a moon verse; you must include the moon or moonlight in your verse. This is an autumn verse. You do not have to include the word “autumn” in your reference to the moon; in fact, it is preferable not to. If you want to, you can refer to it as a harvest moon or a full moon. You do not have to include any other specific references to autumn (e.g. falling leaves or stubble fields); in fact, it is preferable not too. Avoid four-legged animals and musical references for at least the next four verses. Avoid the mention of colors for the next five verses and no beverages for the next six.
  • a single syntactical structure flowing over three lines

Please enter your verses in the comments box, below. I will be reviewing these offers until midnight on Tuesday, March 24 (California time zone). On Thursday, March 26, there will be a new posting containing my selection for the fifth verse, some discussion of other appreciated verses, and instructions for composing the sixth verse.

I do hope all of you stay safe and healthy. In these stressful times where many are told to self-isolate this community of writers you have assembled is a real treasure. I am grateful to be included. Look after yourselves and after each other. I look forward to seeing your offers!

Patricia

 

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  5. puddles,
    ponds and lakes, moon
    mirrors
    ##########
    half-moon,
    neighbor carries her old
    dog home

  6. in a cookie sheet
    all stages
    of the moon

    in una teglia di biscotti
    tutte le fasi
    della Luna
    ++++++++++++++++++++++++

  8. facing
    her moonlit profile’s
    dark side
    *
    Attempting to do this on a very creaky old iPad, as I’ve loaned my office to my daughter’s boyfriend so he can work from home while they are here on lock-down with us. My computer glasses are in there as well–oops–so I’m seeing double as I type this! Apologies for my absence and brevity! Hope everyone is safe and well…
    *
    ~Autumn

    2. I got this lovely image of you Autumn, sat there with your iPad moving forward and back trying to focus. Hopefully you can make a bigger appearance next time.

      how pages appear
      more clearly
      in this perigee moon

      1. ty ROBeRT! i actually hadn’t read your poem below, yet. when when i posted this one…..and i didn’t understand what you meant by kickback…not familiar with this phrase…..then i just saw your poem now…and i think i know what you mean now!
        .
        by the way…that was hard for me to do….i have been suffering with a frozen shoulder for months now….and it hurts more when i use caps!

        1. No, no Wendy.
          Your poem was a wonderful kick back (back in history) used a lot over here.
          .
          bass
          picking bugs
          off the moon
          .
          Nick Virgillio

          1. oh, how cool is that? thanks for sharing that with me!
            amazing, so much alike….mine has the added visual of the moon being nibbled at…in its shape.
            thanks, again for your kind words….rob!

  11. from the balcony
    all the wirepulling
    of the full moon
    ***
    with the moonlight
    the gaps are more evident
    in the hibiscus
    ***
    sometimes the full moon
    shows us reality
    without an ounce of sugar

  15. and a little half-
    -half in my tea
    .
    M. R. Defibaugh
    .
    a wave
    in the moon’s direction
    comes back empty

    1. and a little half-
      -half in my tea
      .
      M. R. Defibaugh
      .

      harvest moon
      clipping time
      off the old plantation
      .
      clipping time
      on the old plantation
      harvest moon

      1. It’s just a bit of fun!
        .

        and a little half-
        -half in my tea
        .
        M. R. Defibaugh
        .
        on an udder note
        cat saucer
        moon
        .
        rock scissor moon
        rock scissor moon
        rock scissor …
        .

    2. I like this Robert. First I read beach, but then again something a little sad.

      1. My reply ended up not where I intended. I was referring to:
        *
        a wave
        in the moon’s direction
        comes back empty
        *
        Robert Kingston

        1. Thank you Debbie

          I Must admit to being a little confused when reading your first post.
          Thank you the re post.

          Best
          Robert

  16. and a little half-
    -half in my tea                              M. R. Defibaugh

    **************
    balanced
    when it is full
    harvest moon
    ************
    the moon inspects
    the bits stuffed
    in cookies
    ************
    its open space
    out of balance
    sickle moon
    ************

  19. Thank you! Patricia for including me. Congrats M. R. !

    My computer has a part coming. I am using an old tablet so not contributing much.

  24. and a little half-
    -half in my tea
    .
    M. R. Defibaugh
    .
    the director
    cuts
    to the harvest moon

    1. ahha…i’m glad you wrote this, robert….i was hoping to show you an example for you to compare:
      about your discomfort in accepting the concept of a manipulated photo….to me it is no different than the director cutting to the harvest moon….in movie film…we don’t know when or where that harvest moon came from. it could have been in a sky a thousand miles away from where the story part occurs. it could have come from snippets on the floor from four years ago…..
      .
      a manipulated photo can be anything from removing dust particles that were on the camera lens, correction of red eyes…to a surrealist scene that never existed in reality.
      .
      a manipulated moon
      photo is no different than
      editing your poem

      1. 🙂
        Sorry Wendy, I did not realise I’d touched a nerve when commenting on Amsel Adams photo. I mentioned at the time I I was not a photographer.
        .
        full moon
        as if a butterfly rising above
        the cloud

        1. oh….no….no nerve, robert…..just an interesting, educational side conversation i wanted to continue…..and point out.

          1. Ah yes, I should have remembered, but never do! When a lady stops talking, it is not necessarily the end. 🙂
            .
            stepping back
            into the shadows
            a full moon
            .
            Reflecting on what you said, re my director poem. As the clapper sounds you are left with a clear image, not an out of focus or manipulated image. The point duly noted though.
            .
            end of the road
            left of centre
            waning crescent

    2. Very suggestive and sensual, Robert.
      Nice one.
      .
      Have you ever read, Bedtime Stories, in Gracecuts, now there’s a session and a half.
      Naughty, but nice.

        1. Great fun, isn’t it!
          .
          I’m trying not to think too deeply about that verse, Robert 🙂

          1. I should spend more time there. When on fb I was on Michael’s page all the time.
            Thankful that he selected a few of mine for his Jumble box book project.
            Thanks for bringing it up. Now book marked.
            Same goes for Alan’s area 17blogspot
            .
            cheers Carol

  25. how the hungry sun
    turns the moon
    into swiss cheese

    *

    the moonlight
    doesn’t wait for coffee shop
    doors to open

  27. a little half-and
    -half in my tea
    .
    M. R. Defibaugh

    *

    my pointy finger
    takes the temperature
    of the moon

      1. correction of matt’s poem:

        a little half-
        and-half in my tea
        .

        M. R. Defibaugh

        *

        last night’s dream
        slipped away
        with the full moon

        the dream

        1. correction of matt’s and my verse:

          a little half-
          and-half in my tea
          .

          M. R. Defibaugh

          *

          last night’s dream
          slipped away
          with the full moon

  28. thought of a great link in bed last night
    can’t remember it at all this morning!
    *
    and a little half-
    -half in my tea
    .
    M. R. Defibaugh
    *
    just enough light
    from the moon
    to find our way

      1. andrew……yes, i relate to this so much….because this happens to me all the time….my bedside table has pads and pencils and a blackboard boogie board that lights up in liquid crystal paper when i use the special pen/stylist it comes with……the hardest thing is to wake myself up to do it!

      1. just think of all those forgotten poems drifting around in the collective unconscious

        2. Now there’s a thought!
          Even if I grabbed a pad and pen in the dark, knowing my luck it would be the dried up pen.

    3. Andrew, I thought your lines had a nice flow and were comforting this evening after a crazy day.

  31. and a little half-
    -half in my tea
    .
    M. R. Defibaugh
    .
    a moon beam
    strikes a-cross
    on the home bound liner

      1. debbie because you asked: it’s a little playful/pitiful ditty on the theater of the absurd.
        a senryu which has a surrealistic image (i previsualized in my head). it is one of the ways to express my concerns over the desperate handling by unqualified people put in charge…. trying to get control of a situation that they are ill-prepared for. ie.:the thought that two simultaneous “pills” medications are being suggested as a possible therapy by a non-medically educated is dangerous. how do we know which one is helping or hurting? the malaria drugs or the zithromax? the malaria drugs can kill people with underlying heart problems. playing russian roulette with people’s lives is not my idea of how to handle this pandemic. this haste and insensitivity can lead to more disasters.
        ie.: sending ships from so far away…..delaying help/thwarting help/denying tests and protective essentials and life sustaining machines.
        thank you for inquiring, debbie, as always….you can see/ read and play with this how ever you like….there is no right or wrong way to enjoy, learn, laugh, cry, etc……

        1. Wendy, I was referring to Dan’s outhouse path but enjoyed reading the background on yours! I’m having a little trouble getting my replies in the right place. I will try to quote the poet next time.

          1. that is sooooooo funny! LOLOLOLOLOL!!!! debbie. i was wondering why moon was plural.
            .
            sorry dan…..!
            .
            some poets
            think the moon
            revolves around them

  35. Mwezi,
    the moon also understands
    Swahili
    ######
    mwangaza wa mwezi
    shines down on
    baobab trees

  37. and a little half-
    -half in my tea
    .
    M. R. Defibaugh
    .
    sling shot moon
    what it takes
    to save Tom
    .
    banking
    on the moon
    to save man
    .
    the pull and push
    of the moon
    to save man

  39. – with punctuation for pause, came to me in the night!

    *
    sliver of moon on his locks
    she, decked in gold
    they complete each other

    (my abbreviated description of Shiva/Shakti)

      1. Ah yes, I was looking at C moon but realised people googling would see a link to music.
        You have captured it in a different light. Well done!

  43. and a little half-
    -half in my tea
    .
    M. R. Defibaugh
    .
    tunnel vision
    semi circles
    all the way to the moon
    .
    in and out
    of the tunnel
    twilight moon
    .
    day moon
    empty cupules
    left on the oak

      1. ty, robert! and i enjoy your unique experimentation with images…in all your offerings!
        .

      1. Thanks, Robert. It’s difficult to stay away for too long.
        I enjoyed your verse, also, such a lovely surprise, and so many wonderful entries. I’ll be studying them for future reference.
        .
        A positive, sun-lit moss day, today.

        1. Certainly a lovely project.
          A big shout out of thanks to Alan, Karen @ call of the page, and those connected to the Bristol Museum.

  46. 1) ten tankas dipped
    in cool moon’s
    gliding shades

    2)when moon descends
    on her dancing arms
    hugging teddy bear

    3 signing document
    and housewarming –
    on new moon day

    4) day full of mess
    disappears into void- moon
    shines by steering

    2. the second poem touches me deeply, rs, the first two lines are WoW!
      could she be hugging a ballerina doll? if teddy bear…is disqualified for being a four legged animal?

  48. smell of smoke
    reaching up
    to the half moon

    —

    gazing up through
    the branches
    at the smiling moon

  49. and a little half-
    and-half in my tea
    *
    M. R. Defibaugh
    *
    anointed with moonlight
    and other
    essential oils
    *
    his stirring soliloquy
    in the moonlit
    amphitheatre
    *
    chalky moon
    in the corner
    pocket
    *
    the full moon
    pitches in
    at the lighthouse
    *
    moonlight
    stirring in
    the sweet gum tree
    *
    or:
    moonlight
    stirring in
    the sugar maple
    *

      1. thanks, Robert.
        I can barely keep up with all the great stuff coming through here.

        And also: congratulations on the Bristol Museum project. All that was a breath of fresh air yesterday.
        Alan S. , if you are online here, thank YOU!

        1. Yes, plenty to think about.
          Thank you. It is a lovely collection of poets to be amongst.
          Your haiga would fit lovely with this verse.
          I Regret not submitting to more than one image.

  50. Just popped in to say, congratulations, M. R. and thank you for considering one of my entries, Tricia, appreciated.

  51. taking no small comfort
    with what the moon
    has to offer
    *************
    weighing
    profit and loss by the
    light of the moon
    ****************
    steeped in the
    folklore of
    dangerous moonlight

  52. Hi Everyone

    Congratulations on the verse selection, M. R.
    …

    Unfortunately my mother died on Tuesday so I can’t really participate this week due to matters related to her death (not related to the virus). I have one verse only to share as I’m trying to write a poem for her funeral tomorrow:
    …
    the moon
    reminds me of
    a wheel of cheese
    …
    My best to you all and good health to you and yours.
    …
    Pauline

    1. writing a poem for mom is very healing for you and those attending, pauline, sounds like you have prepared and are at peace with her loss. be well, come back soon!

  53. and a little half-
    -half in my tea
    .
    M. R. Defibaugh
    .
    pension deficits
    in free fall
    beneath the blood moon
    .
    pennies
    in the undertakers hands
    reaching for the blood moon
    .
    global pensions
    in free fall
    beneath a blood moon
    .
    harvest moon
    the director’s cut
    secure in the coffers
    .
    harvest moon
    a dash for cash
    as shares crash
    .

    2. love your great three line verse above, you and yours be well, too…debbie

      *
      my backyard maple
      suddenly strips to bathe
      in moon glow

      *

      1. Thank you Wendy for appreciating my offering. I’m a home caregiver and working until circumstances determine I can’t. Loved the seductive image of the maple tree in the moon glow.

        1. hope you have access to clean, new, gloves and masks and are covered properly. i used to do that for a short time….when i was young….it takes a big heart!
          stay well!
          debbie
          glad you picked up on my tree!
          funny how all the other trees on our property….gradually loose their leaves over the season but this, my favorite tree….in one gush…drops them all.

  55. a little half-
    and-half in my tea M. R. Defibaugh
    .

    this March moon
    really is an autumn moon
    in my hemisphere
    .
    – Lorin

  56. to clear my previous post up: “gray” in Australia etc. is (was?) the shade/colour. However, a person’s surname, pronounced the same, is (was?) Grey.
    .
    Everything changes and the inroads of American media have changed things….American English spelling is even accepted in schools and universities here, these days. In the computer age with spellcheck always reverting to American English, this had to happen. )
    .

    1. I wonder if this is deeper than we think Lorin. As Autumn discovered on her Cutty sark journey on our last verse. Gray, being used in Robbie Burns poem Tam o Shanter, changes to Grey in translation. One can assume the translation being done by a modern day Brit. I know little about Burns, though wonder if a Gaelic connection exists. I also think a link to pronunciation may exist.

  57. Congratulations, Laurie and M.R.

    .
    the jury still out
    on gray
    vs grey Laurie Greer
    .

    a little half-
    and-half in my tea M. R. Defibaugh
    .

    Certainly, with the addition of M.R’s verse, the jury is no longer out on “gray vs grey”. We now can now conclude that the jury decided on the American spelling of “gray”…no surprise, really.
    .
    According to Wikipedia, only two nations refer to a mixture of milk and cream as “half-and-half”. the USA and Canada. (That it comes packaged and labelled as “half & half”, as in the Wikipedia photo, was also new to me, too. )
    .
    My only association with a “half & half” drink is from childhood, when the term referred to a drink served in pubs: half beer, half lemonade; also called a Shandy. In Australia, anyway…
    .

    1. That’s an interesting read, Lorin, when I read the verse, ‘half and half’ made me think of a chai tea latte. The different things we see.

  58. OK, same mistake
    No legs in this one
    .
    eyes on a full moon
    she hopes
    for the dish & spoon

  59. Sorry about the cow! I got carried away
    .
    try this
    .
    eyes of the full moon
    she waits
    for a cat and fiddle

  63. eyes on the full moon
    she wonders
    if a cow will jump
    .
    or
    .
    eyes on the full moon
    she waits
    for the cow to jump

  66. sunset –
    the crescent
    rising
    *
    moon is rising –
    the moon fades
    the headlamp light

  67. and a little half-
    -half in my tea
    .
    M. R. Defibaugh
    .
    a case of
    maybe maybe not
    fake moon

  68. *
    the forest stirs
    in light of full moon
    from dusk till dawn
    *

    *
    sliver of moon on his locks
    she decked in gold
    they complete each other

    (my abbreviated description of Shiva/Shakti)
    *

  69. the clink of a spoon
    as the moon
    comes round again
    *
    admitting
    he’s partial
    to a first quarter moon
    *
    live streaming
    the arc
    of a flood-tide moon
    *

    1. or:
      the multiplicity
      of our moon’s face
      during an earthrise
      – Betty Shropshire

  72. 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
    **
    watching the half-moon
    cross the sky
    such a long night
    *
    half way there
    a flock of birds fly
    south by moonlight
    *
    (Long night is an autumn kigo)

  73. my favorite
    flowers, blooming
    in the moonlight
    #########
    planets with
    two moons –
    mountain high tides

  74. a transfusion
    of type O
    under the blood moon
    *
    Or
    a transfusion
    of O
    under the blood moon
    *

  75. if that
    wasn’t enough we’re
    in a full moon
    *****************
    an audience with
    the moon in a series
    of tide pools
    **************
    pulled this way
    and that by the
    light of the moon

  77. arguing all the way home
    the wind stirs
    across the moonlit park

    —

    with the game tied
    the kids play the last quarter
    by moonlight

  78. 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
    *
    she stalks her prey
    under the hunter’s moon
    all silks and red nail varnish
    or
    hunter’s moon
    we forgot
    the talisman
    or
    harvest moon
    through the panes
    silvers the air

  81. waxing gibbous
    rising behind the mountain
    silhouette
    *
    *
    moon shadows
    dance on the garden lawn
    with me

  82. fishing party-
    amongst dozens of hooks
    the sickle of the moon
    *
    serene twilight-
    both the gold of the sun
    and the moon’s silver
    *
    evening guest –
    I open wide the window
    to come in the moon
    *
    no street lamp –
    until daybreak
    lone moon
    *
    in the nature book
    the wind turn leaf after leaf
    the moon is reading

  83. Patricia, thank you for choosing to include a couple of my lines already! Your explanation was remarkably in tune with my thought process, as well, which might most explain your selection. Sharing verses is a pleasant distraction from the pandemic, which I hope ends by the time we finish this thing. I encourage everyone to stay safe for their well being and the well being of others. I’ve been surprised to learn my daily routine is what many others consider to be quarantine lol…The other verses I most liked among the selections were:
    *
    a chiaroscuro sketch/available for sale by Carol Jones
    *
    the silence/within old films by Robert Kingston
    *
    all eyes turn/to the referee by Andrew Shimield

    1. Thank you, M.R.
      .
      being a ‘land girl’ I spend my time alone the vast majority of the time, so quarantine measures for me too are a normal port of life.
      Take care keep safe.

  84. from the half-open window
    all the full moon’s wirepulling

    ***

    with the moonlight behind
    more plain gaps in the hibiscus

    ***

    sugar free realities which
    are shown by the full moon

  85. traveler’s moon
    there when we are
    ready to stir

    *

    traveler’s moon
    there
    when we are

    2. oh yes! dan….she does this!

      *

      the compassionate moon
      removing wrinkles
      from our dream sheets

  88. a little half-
    and-half in my tea M. R. Defibaugh

    *
    his stories
    steeped in the lore
    of the moon
    *

  90. a little half-
    and-half in my tea

    *

    the moonlit path
    across the bay
    blocked by islands

    *
    the cloudiness
    in the glass of sake
    moonlit

    *
    amid the mangroves
    hermit crabs embrace
    moonlight

    *
    upturned caps
    of acorns filling
    with moonlight

    *
    empty nests
    in the heron rookery
    fill with moonlight

  91. waves and stomachs
    starting to churn
    under a commanding moon
    *
    the slightest pitch
    to the moonlit
    deck
    *
    climbing the hill
    steeped
    in moonlight

  92. under the
    watch-full eye of
    the man in the moon
    *********************
    mixing our
    metaphors till the
    wee hours of the moon
    *********************
    stirred but
    not shaken by the
    wind, moon and stars

  95. a little half-
    and-half in my tea M. R. Defibaugh
    .
    grate
    as in pending a great shot
    of the moon
    .
    A play on Ansel Adams manufactured landscape shot

    1. a little half-
      and-half in my tea
      .
      M. R. Defibaugh
      .

      all about the moon
      in one bite
      of his apple
      .
      high moon
      on the hill the dog
      dreams of electric sheep

      1. a little half-
        and-half in my tea
        .
        M. R. Defibaugh
        ..
        one over the eight
        nearer the moon
        on the jolly boy outing

          1. a little half-
            and-half in my tea
            .
            M. R. Defibaugh
            .
            under a smuggler moon
            a wanted poster
            with who and what for
            .

    2. a little half-
      and-half in my tea
      .
      M. R. Defibaugh
      .
      in isolation
      the first man
      on the moon
      .

      moon base alpha
      a step too far
      for the boomers
      .
      pausing for breath
      at the space station
      no sight of moon base one
      .

    3. a little half-
      and-half in my tea
      .
      M. R. Defibaugh
      .
      crows
      moon hopping
      between cars
      .
      between dives
      a seal’s head
      on the moon

  96. the moon
    married to the earth
    for better or worse

    *

    the moon
    married to the earth
    against her will

  97. moons, like
    friends, slowly drift
    away
    (I read somewhere that the moon was only 14,000 miles away when the Earth was first formed and that it drifts about 1.5 inches further away each year)

  98. a little half-
    and-half in my tea
    .
    M. R. Defibaugh

    *
    sipping the cloudy moon
    without a stir
    in my cup

  100. bats and owls
    just like tides,
    feel the moon’s tug
    ##########
    on windy nights
    scarecrows wave and dance
    in the moonlight
    ###########
    does the moon
    ever stop to
    gaze upon me?

  101. and a little half-
    -half in my tea – M. R. Defibaugh
    .
    sixties beano
    a double moon
    through the coach window

    1. and a little half-
      -half in my tea – M. R. Defibaugh
      .
      this way or that
      a doe dancing
      with the moon

  102. faces of children
    stuck against the window –
    the moon is rising
    *
    sitting alone
    in the veranda –
    behind me the moon
    *
    after the hunting
    a wounded deer recovers
    under the moonlight

  103. Congratulations M.R. defibaugh. A worthy verse.
    Thank you Patricia for considering mine.
    I like the shape the renku is taking.
    Learning so much, thank you!
    .
    a little half-
    and-half in my tea M. R. Defibaugh

  104. little kids
    holding full moons
    between their fingertips
    ################
    after the moon landing
    I am dunking a basketball
    at last

  105. wonderful vs. Matt truly two of my favorites, the other not being one of mine
    *********************************************************
    moon shadows
    swirling in the
    crystal ball
    ***************
    shards of moon
    drizzling through the
    venetian blind
    ***************
    a portion
    of the moon we’re
    not used to seeing

  107. Congrats M.R. and thank you Patricia for another enjoyable and educational week.
    ######################
    moons, just
    like me, have a
    dark side
    ######################
    stray moons
    will follow
    you home
    ######################
    cracks in old barns –
    moonlight shatters
    the darkness

  111. and a little half-
    -half in my tea
    *
    M. R. Defibaugh
    *
    moonlight pouring over
    the bitter
    and the sweet
    *

  115. and a little half-
    -half in my tea
    *
    – M. R. Defibaugh

    *
    clouds glide through
    the bogo moon
    slide show
    *

    clouds glide through
    the bogoho moon
    slide show
    *
    *bogo=buy one get one free
    *bogoho=buy one get one half off

  116. that’s a good link – well done
    *
    and a little half-
    -half in my tea
    *
    the wind blows
    clouds swirling
    around the moon

  117. Well done, M.R.! I love this one–and I drink Earl Gray (Grey?) all the time!
    *
    and a little half-
    -half in my tea M. R. Defibaugh

    *
    moonlight
    in the temporary quarters
    of the hotel’s window
    *

  118. quite a nice mellow to the renku party, matt…a big, congrats for you! And thank you again, patricia, for fine-combing through all the great offerings to find this engaging gem!
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    and a little half-
    -half in my tea
    *
    – M. R. Defibaugh

    *
    full moon
    over the price-slashed
    pumpkins

    *
    i know i didn’t have to use more autumn kigo….but i saw this image and wanted to share it.

  119. Well done, M. R.!
    •
    and a little half-
    -half in my tea – M. R. Defibaugh
    •
    moonlight
    spilling over
    sharecropper graves
    – Betty Shropshire

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