The Renku Sessions: Rendezvous – Week 5
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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a little half-
and-half in my tea M. R. Defibaugh
.
a tossed balloon
popped at the party
as the moon hid
a little half-
and-half in my tea M. R. Defibaugh
.
across the fence
floating between firs
a whole moon
a little half-
and-half in my tea M. R. Defibaugh
across the fence
floating between firs
a whole moon
her warmth
gathers me
in moonlight
puddles,
ponds and lakes, moon
mirrors
##########
half-moon,
neighbor carries her old
dog home
moon watching
in bed, somebody
stole our roof
in a cookie sheet
all stages
of the moon
in una teglia di biscotti
tutte le fasi
della Luna
++++++++++++++++++++++++
lovely, angiola, !!
i’ll take the full one for now, and half for tomorrow.
Thank you Wendy !!!
Inglese san,
perfect!
Lovely!!
everyone corralled
looks at the moon
to break out
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
i was just doing some research online, and this movie popped up…
when you find time….autumn….thought you might find it inspiring as i have:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sN77GgcrXzQ
we are doing well, thank you….get your glasses on gal…for this.
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
koi
nibble
at the moon
Nice kick back Wendy.
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!
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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!
No, no Wendy.
Your poem was a wonderful kick back (back in history) used a lot over here.
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bass
picking bugs
off the moon
.
Nick Virgillio
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!
:-))
rented moons
have strange rattles and
blink all night
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
rising full moon
the waves
the waVES
cool evening
unpegging
with the moon
moon viewing
from the rooftop
wrapped in down
pensive moon
suck’d up
between the random waves
and a little half-
-half in my tea
.
M. R. Defibaugh
.
a wave
in the moon’s direction
comes back empty
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
It’s just a bit of fun!
.
and a little half-
-half in my tea
.
M. R. Defibaugh
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on an udder note
cat saucer
moon
.
rock scissor moon
rock scissor moon
rock scissor …
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I like this Robert. First I read beach, but then again something a little sad.
My reply ended up not where I intended. I was referring to:
*
a wave
in the moon’s direction
comes back empty
*
Robert Kingston
Thank you Debbie
I Must admit to being a little confused when reading your first post.
Thank you the re post.
Best
Robert
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
************
just enough room
for the fishing boy
sickle moon
autobiography,
aimed for the stars, crash
landed on the moon
unforgettable,
harvest moon parked at the end
of the runway
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.
i must remember
how moontalk is above
some earthling’s ears
moonlight, a spotlight
on inmates escaping
in the night
moonlight spotlight
on inmates fleeing
in the night
yelling and laughing
at the moon, my
favorite therapy
one leg on the ladder
the other solidly
on the moon
and a little half-
-half in my tea
.
M. R. Defibaugh
.
the director
cuts
to the harvest moon
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…..
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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.
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a manipulated moon
photo is no different than
editing your poem
🙂
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.
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full moon
as if a butterfly rising above
the cloud
oh….no….no nerve, robert…..just an interesting, educational side conversation i wanted to continue…..and point out.
Ah yes, I should have remembered, but never do! When a lady stops talking, it is not necessarily the end. 🙂
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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.
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end of the road
left of centre
waning crescent
Very suggestive and sensual, Robert.
Nice one.
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Have you ever read, Bedtime Stories, in Gracecuts, now there’s a session and a half.
Naughty, but nice.
I have now a Carol.
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deep swallow
what’s left of the moon
in the valley
.
Great fun, isn’t it!
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I’m trying not to think too deeply about that verse, Robert 🙂
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
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cheers Carol
how the hungry sun
turns the moon
into swiss cheese
*
the moonlight
doesn’t wait for coffee shop
doors to open
the full, full moon
rising
on our tiptoes
nice one! kiti
thank you Wendy!
a little half-and
-half in my tea
.
M. R. Defibaugh
*
my pointy finger
takes the temperature
of the moon
or:
a pointy finger
taking the temperature
of the moon
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
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
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
love, love, love it andrew!
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!
I know the feeling, Andrew.
just think of all those forgotten poems drifting around in the collective unconscious
the moon
like a sleeping poem
not ready to reveal itself
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.
not a renku verse 5 offering
*
dried up pen
how many poems
never got heard
*
Good one, Wendy.
ty, carol…i wrote it for you
Andrew, I thought your lines had a nice flow and were comforting this evening after a crazy day.
Nice!
Andrew
thanks Robert and Debbie
stay well
the old moon passes
the torch
to the sun
*
the moon develops
an ominous
ring
*
appetites stir
beneath
a full moon
and a little half-
-half in my tea
.
M. R. Defibaugh
.
a moon beam
strikes a-cross
on the home bound liner
full moon
steeped in the darkness
of another world
risen from the depths
of a rainbow
pearl moon
scarecrows and
moons are the best
listeners
contemplating
my navel
in moonlight
the moon
circling
a water hole
full moons
light up well-worn
outhouse paths
solving paper shortage
sumo wrestlers
shred the moon
Double meaning on moons? Or just in my mind. Ha.
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……
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.
that is sooooooo funny! LOLOLOLOLOL!!!! debbie. i was wondering why moon was plural.
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sorry dan…..!
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some poets
think the moon
revolves around them
Mwezi,
the moon also understands
Swahili
######
mwangaza wa mwezi
shines down on
baobab trees
the makeshift mask
on the moon’s face
in a luna eclipse
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
only the moon
laughs
at my jokes
– 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)
the cut
and paste moon
in my autumn montage
day moon’s so
riveting through
her welder’s mask!
– Betty Shropshire
cool…and rosie!, betty
.
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!
the zest of citron
and last night’s moon
in the autumn sky
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
Nice link with the mention of cupules, Robert.
Thank you Carol. So many moon verses to work with.
the company
of a lone moon
and cicada cry
if cicada is disqualified:
.
the company
of a lone moon
sliced by bamboo
Like this one! Wendy
ty, robert! and i enjoy your unique experimentation with images…in all your offerings!
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If nothing else, fuel for inspiration.
moonlight
through the folds
of the curtains
Nice! Carol
Welcome back.
Loved your poem on the Japanese block print project.
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.
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A positive, sun-lit moss day, today.
Certainly a lovely project.
A big shout out of thanks to Alan, Karen @ call of the page, and those connected to the Bristol Museum.
https://exhibitions.bristolmuseums.org.uk/japanese-prints/haikus/
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yes, a pleasing surprise to have notice that the selections have been made and the site is being displayed. Thank you to alan and karen for coming up with this idea and collab with with members of the museum in bristol to judge the entries.
congrats to all poets for participating, and chosen entries.
thank you
I second that, Rob
Yes Wendy, pleasing indeed!
Enjoyed your poem too!
or
.
moonlight
between ripples
of the curtains
Or corrugated?
Woo! that’s given me another idea, Ta.
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
Love the first two Radhamani Sarma
Dear Robert Kingston,
thank you so much for your kind words.Always warm and encouraging.
with regards
S.Radhamani
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?
ripples
of moonlight
with each skipped stone
– Betty Shropshire
Wow!
Lovely Betty
smell of smoke
reaching up
to the half moon
—
gazing up through
the branches
at the smiling moon
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
*
chalky moon
In the corner
pocket
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Nice Laurie
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!
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.
Just popped in to say, congratulations, M. R. and thank you for considering one of my entries, Tricia, appreciated.
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
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
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!
Pauline, I send my condolences and thank you for sharing your poem.
So sorry to read of your loss, Pauline.
My sincere condolences.
A lovely poem Pauline. My sincere condolences.
So sorry, Pauline. Know that you have many friends here.
Sorry for your loss, Pauline.
and a little half-
-half in my tea
.
M. R. Defibaugh
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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
.
the glow of television
exchanged
for a full moon
*
Take care everyone!
Thanks Debbie, you too!
love your great three line verse above, you and yours be well, too…debbie
*
my backyard maple
suddenly strips to bathe
in moon glow
*
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.
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.
Thank you. I have what I need for now!
debbie,
what determines if you work or not?
Thank you Debbie
You too!
Take care everyone!
a little half-
and-half in my tea M. R. Defibaugh
.
this March moon
really is an autumn moon
in my hemisphere
.
– Lorin
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.
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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. )
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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.
Congratulations, Laurie and M.R.
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the jury still out
on gray
vs grey Laurie Greer
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a little half-
and-half in my tea M. R. Defibaugh
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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.
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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. )
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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…
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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.
OK, same mistake
No legs in this one
.
eyes on a full moon
she hopes
for the dish & spoon
Sorry about the cow! I got carried away
.
try this
.
eyes of the full moon
she waits
for a cat and fiddle
moonlit tombstones
hear more confessions
than priests
revision
.
eyes on the full moon
she waits
for a cow to jump
light of a full moon
picks out pennies tossed
into the fountain bowl
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
moon is rising –
the watchman fades
the beacon light
a cornfield
ready to harvest –
the moon sickle
sunset –
the crescent
rising
*
moon is rising –
the moon fades
the headlamp light
and a little half-
-half in my tea
.
M. R. Defibaugh
.
a case of
maybe maybe not
fake moon
*
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)
*
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
*
the multiplicity
of our moon’s face
during its eclipse
– Betty Shropshire
or:
the multiplicity
of our moon’s face
during an earthrise
– Betty Shropshire
or:
the multiplicity
of the moon’s faces
enduring
far, far away
from home, full moons
resemble porchlights
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
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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)
my favorite
flowers, blooming
in the moonlight
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planets with
two moons –
mountain high tides
my favorite
flowers, only bloom
in moonlight
a transfusion
of type O
under the blood moon
*
Or
a transfusion
of O
under the blood moon
*
if that
wasn’t enough we’re
in a full moon
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an audience with
the moon in a series
of tide pools
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pulled this way
and that by the
light of the moon
above the miasmal vapors
on her cobalt zafu
moon mother moon
I had to google miasma and zafu but I really enjoyed reading this, thanks
arguing all the way home
the wind stirs
across the moonlit park
—
with the game tied
the kids play the last quarter
by moonlight
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
peeing under
a full moon feels
special somehow
the tangled swirl
of a marble earthrise
from the moon
.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6DpPQ8QdLg
waxing gibbous
rising behind the mountain
silhouette
*
*
moon shadows
dance on the garden lawn
with me
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
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
Thank you, M.R.
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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.
Sorry M.R.Defibaugh, I have only just seen this. Thank you
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
lovely! and the last revealing! , margherita
traveler’s moon
there when we are
ready to stir
*
traveler’s moon
there
when we are
even when it’s
a broken plate, the moon
continues to shine
moon pie and Royal
Crown Cola, my favorite
hillbilly snack
oh yes! dan….she does this!
*
the compassionate moon
removing wrinkles
from our dream sheets
“removing wrinkles from our dream sheets” is a keeper, have a great weekend Wendy
different air
harvest moon almost full
a little half-
and-half in my tea M. R. Defibaugh
*
his stories
steeped in the lore
of the moon
*
nice link and shift Laurie
before bedtime
he shares his moon cookie
with his sister
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
waves and stomachs
starting to churn
under a commanding moon
*
the slightest pitch
to the moonlit
deck
*
climbing the hill
steeped
in moonlight
under the
watch-full eye of
the man in the moon
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mixing our
metaphors till the
wee hours of the moon
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stirred but
not shaken by the
wind, moon and stars
the hunter’s moon
lodging behind
sleepy mountains
oh, how the moon
shines on
the moors!
– Betty Shropshire
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
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
a little half-
and-half in my tea
.
M. R. Defibaugh
..
one over the eight
nearer the moon
on the jolly boy outing
teetering
on the edge
of darkness
a little half-
and-half in my tea
.
M. R. Defibaugh
.
under a smuggler moon
a wanted poster
with who and what for
.
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
.
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
the moon
married to the earth
for better or worse
*
the moon
married to the earth
against her will
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)
a little half-
and-half in my tea
.
M. R. Defibaugh
*
sipping the cloudy moon
without a stir
in my cup
sipping the cloudy moon
in my cup
without a stir
sipping
the cloudy moon
in my china cup
the barrista’s heart
becomes
a moon
sweet visual! rob
scarecrows
juggle the moon
on a birdless hill
bats and owls
just like tides,
feel the moon’s tug
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on windy nights
scarecrows wave and dance
in the moonlight
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does the moon
ever stop to
gaze upon me?
and a little half-
-half in my tea – M. R. Defibaugh
.
sixties beano
a double moon
through the coach window
and a little half-
-half in my tea – M. R. Defibaugh
.
this way or that
a doe dancing
with the moon
as in Zebedee
moon light
across the water
seaside arcade
a pinballs wizard
shoots for the moon
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
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
little kids
holding full moons
between their fingertips
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after the moon landing
I am dunking a basketball
at last
wonderful vs. Matt truly two of my favorites, the other not being one of mine
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moon shadows
swirling in the
crystal ball
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shards of moon
drizzling through the
venetian blind
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a portion
of the moon we’re
not used to seeing
what sound
the moonlight makes
crossing the street
Congrats M.R. and thank you Patricia for another enjoyable and educational week.
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moons, just
like me, have a
dark side
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stray moons
will follow
you home
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cracks in old barns –
moonlight shatters
the darkness
my eyes
married to
the corona moon
clouds
wisk the moon
to go
harvest moon
where the scarecrow’s
head was
and a little half-
-half in my tea
*
M. R. Defibaugh
*
moonlight pouring over
the bitter
and the sweet
*
moonlight
in her hair
first kiss
while covering
darkroom windows the moon
says not tonight
i squat to shoot
the man juggling
the moon
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
clouds
glide through
the bogo moon
correction:
.
a little half-
and-half in my tea
.
M. R. Defibaugh
that’s a good link – well done
*
and a little half-
-half in my tea
*
the wind blows
clouds swirling
around the moon
Well done, M.R.! I love this one–and I drink Earl Gray (Grey?) all the time!
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and a little half-
-half in my tea M. R. Defibaugh
*
moonlight
in the temporary quarters
of the hotel’s window
*
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.
correction:
.
a little half-
and-half in my tea
.
M. R. Defibaugh
Well done, M. R.!
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and a little half-
-half in my tea – M. R. Defibaugh
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moonlight
spilling over
sharecropper graves
– Betty Shropshire
or:
moonlight
spilling over
southern plantations