The Renku Sessions: Tan-renga – Week 4
Wendy C. Bialek is our selector this week. Here is her report:
“thank you for this opportunity to select the capping verse.
i was quite taken by the extraordinary quality of the literary lines you all have offered to cap off our winter opening verse. here are the guides that i followed to help refine my choices:
verses offered on and by the listed time constraints and having a strong linking image with either winter kigo or non-seasonal verses that supported, (went along with) the winter theme.
I found all these interesting:
all day clouds stream
across the mountain tops
John Daleiden
poor snowman
never had a boyhood
Dan Campbell
under the footbridge
koi follow sunlight
Alfred Booth
we warm our hands
on porcelain cups of tea
John Daleiden
our glancings unlatching
a secret novella
Michelle Beyers
another flight credit
added
Sandra St-Laurent
your gloved hand
in mine
andrew shimield
running hot and cold
about inviting the ex
Dana Rapisardi
’embalmed but not forgotten’
King Tut’s mummy
Dana Rapisardi
a gap-toothed grin as
the puck swishes through
Betty Shropshire
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I found these interesting and would like to comment briefly on them:
almost feeling safe enough
to tell the truth
Debbie Scheving
a private sketch of the soul so hard to shed the layers, the walls that were built overtime….like the layers of icy waters engulfing the leaf….a lie yearns to be set free…as debbie reminds us how we need to feel safe enough to tell the truth.
a few strands of her hair
in my locket
Lorraine A. Padden
so like the icicle holding last year’s maple leaf. lorraine’s “locket holds strands of hair, possibly belonging to a young daughter. I can imagine the hair to be in the red family. can you?
my husband asks
who am i again
Betty Shropshire
how betty sees the maple leaf as memory data and the icicle as the mind. the link is a mind “frozen” in time in the form of memory loss perhaps due to the progression of Alzheimer’s disease. it gives me chilling goose bumps from head to toe…everytime i read it.
blackened snow clumps
behind all four tires
Debbie Feller
i can feel the car only going deeper and deeper into the snow, i can hear those tires getting buried…blackening the surrounded piling snow. a very powerful, winter verse, conjuring feelings of isolation, helplessness…entrapment, etc.
two soldiers in full dress
knock on my front door
John Daleiden
‘leaves’ are often used as metaphors for ‘pages’. here, perhaps the link to “last year’s maple leaf” is a ‘note’ containing a chilling message being delivered by the two soldiers. catching the numbing chill when i read this, john. resonates well with the opening verse.
after the door slams shut
candles curtsey
John S. Green
a wonder image….to see a candle “curtsy” from the quick swish of a door closing. though no winter kigo have been used….this can fit nicely into a winter verse….the candles may be used when a power outage occurs….and the door is closed swiftly to keep the heat from leaving the home. image links well and caps well with opening verse.
once enwoumbed pearls
now warm against the skin
Jackie Maugh Robinson
jackie uses tactile imagery and metaphor comparing the raw pearls in the oyster shell then becoming warmed/cultured against the skin, (touch) eloquently hung as a necklace
an egg tooth tap away
from the liberty to fly
Jackie Maugh Robinson
enhancing the opening verse with the audible tappings that resonate in both icicle and shell. imagine freedom being just “an egg tooth tap away”? is this spirited image, prompting us about the joy to come out of our shells?
a hint of woodsmoke
clings to her hair
Jonathan Alderfer
jonathan has craftily used “woodsmoke” to link to “flaming” and “clings” like the leaf is being held to the icicle….a great image that enhances the opening verse balancing the olfactory haunting, a who done it, drama scene….maybe a found female whose hair has been exposed to a fireplace, a fire pit….a house or forest fire?… is she dead or alive? or is this a tender encounter between a couple who have warmed up by the fireplace?
the first slips of green
up from the irises
Peter Newton
yes, peter has noticed that when there are several warmer winter days in succession…some spring plants may begin to emerge. a great link opposite-contrasting (using a mirror imaging technique) the new growth of green blades symbolizing what will come in spring contrasts with the autumn leaf that got trapped inside the winter icicle.
schrödinger’s cat
has breakfast at tiffany’s
princess k
i love the playful, serendipity and sound of pk’s verse! somehow our princess k has delectibly linked this atomic theorum to the dead or alive fate of maple leaf… “the cat” and left it a plate of unlabeled syrupy substances???? or is this a statement on bad treating a nameless cat?
the once passionate girl
still visible
Carole Harrison
i love the simply stated, mirrored reflection of the opening verse here. a perfect capping! has carole linked the icicle with a girl clearly, locked up from feeling?
our completed tan~renga with its capping verse is:
last year’s
flaming maple leaf
sealed in the icicle wendy c. bialek
my husband asks
who am i again Betty Shropshire
an ice chilling. naked verse….that cuts through every atom of my synaptic soul!
wendy c. bialek”
John speaking again:
Betty, please let me know if you are willing to make the next selection.
This week, you are again invited to offer an opening verse, for which we will be offering capping verses in the following week. Your offers, this week, should be three line love verses.
Please enter your verses in the comments box, below. Betty or I will review them until midnight on Monday, February 22 (Eastern US time). On Thursday, February 25, there will be a posting in which Betty or I will comment on some of the opening verse suggestions and select one of them to be offered for tan-renga linking in the following week.
Looking forward to seeing your verses!
John
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because of love
I came here
on foot ..
I love your poem, Nani😊
I give to you,
you give to me,
love forever true
Good selection this week, Wendy. Your’s and Betty’s verses made a lovely pairing. And thank you for the kind comment on my verse.
*
young love
dot of the I
heart shaped
*
knees touching
on the school bus
band trip
*
midnight
the radio playing
their song
*
OR:
*
young love
dot of the i
heart shaped
*
we still hold hands
after forty-three years
when we walk to town
in the human
race…we place
each other 1st
© 2/22/2021 by wendy c. bialek
overture
putting forth
our love just so
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/22/21
my love twines his legs with mine
as rain drizzles through the leaves
our glistening skin
every time you drove past
my heart
did that skippity thing
…
love
after sixty
has no agenda
…
a man who flutters
his eyelashes at you
cannot be trusted
…
twined together
these twin trees
shade eachother
sunrise
on this just made bed
fresh memories
© 2/22/2021 by wendy c. bialek
going to sleep
mad
about you
© 2/22/2021 by wendy c. bialek
soft bites
on the ear
cockcrow
sunrise
against the plane’s nose
still the scent of her
second date
on the couch
leg cramps
sashimi
on the first date
she plays coy
desert dusk
we take the first
chance to refresh
© 2/22/2021 by wendy c. bialek
on the wing sofa
dreaming about
our first kiss
© 2/22/2021 by wendy c. bialek
dreaming about
our first kiss
on the wing sofa
© 2/22/2021 by wendy c. bialek
our first kiss
on the wing sofa
was i dreaming
© 2/22/2021 by wendy c. bialek
the taste of salt
on your tongue . . .
and the pinch of winter
a curve in the road
home to you
. . . scimitar moon
or perhaps:
the taste of salt
on your tongue . . .
and a pinch of winter?
with gentle strokes
he warms her ice-blue toes–
the wisdom of age
pink moonlight
on our veranda…too
much love to contain
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/21/21
our love grows strong
despite winter doldrums
blossoms emerge
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neither night sirens
nor brazen divas of song
detour our love
video call
i want to see you
again and again
Nani Mariani
brothers and sisters:
behold–strong as oak trees
our rooted love
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your unending love
sweeter than cherry blossoms
fading on the grass
sharing these aha
moments with you
on or off the grid
© 2/21/2021 by wendy c. bialek
we are but dust,
small, dull specks among the stars,
we are love
cool cicada
is it the jazz
of the evening star?
finding love
in alphabet
soup
after our Skype
he sits at my feet
purring
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summer nights
hand in hand as starlight
captures mountains
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twenty years
and my heart still melts
every time you speak
**
wanted: yarn
to wrap her tight
in my love
even without her
by my side the memory
of her kiss is life
The post has now been updated to include the complete tan-renga.
thank you, john, for correcting my omission.
John, i wonder if you
can say…(and or state)
if this tan~renga “love” verse
follows the same definition
of love verse we use for renga?
(that the love is to be between
humans only?
(no animals, hobbies, or interests!)
“John, i wonder if you
can say…(and or state)
if this tan~renga “love” verse
follows the same definition
of love verse we use for renga?
(that the love is to be between
humans only?
(no animals, hobbies, or interests!)”
.
Yes, I so say and state. I had been contemplating saying so earlier but it does no harm for people to write verses that won’t be the final selection. This is true of almost all the verses, after all, and needn’t spoil the fun.
ty john, i agree, bow to fun….duly noted!
looking at watch
longing for more time
with you
****
2) rotating parrots
our mood of chirp
swing around
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3) joy unbounded
galloping horse
his ladylove
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4) dawn to dusk
writing love songs
unending
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red, green, silver,
gold, and blue fireworks explode–
your smiles capture me
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thunder in the land–
strong beneath the branching oak,
our embracing love
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we kiss
at the company clambake
the evening brightens
beneath a harsh sun
in the face of fierce strife,
I say, I love you
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in the Milky Way
our eternal love twinkles
for all to see
the way
she takes
the moon
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/20/21
the way
she moves
the moon
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/20/21
the way
a woman
takes the moon
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/20/21
the way
a woman
moves the moon
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/20/21
full moon
love is special way of feeling
you me
Nani Mariani
the wind blew gently
from the top of the hill
loose kite
Nani Mariani
my arms embrace you
in the shade of Bosho’s tree
our love blooms
I am an owl
singing you enchanting songs
in the forest
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our love endures all–
neither snow, rain, wind, nor man
lights brighter candles
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when our lips touch
sad songs of old transgressions
fade in the wind
oops . . . typo:
crickets’ courting songs,
constant on the evening air–
please, be my cricket
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our everlasting love
outshines the brightest gold coins
in Elysium
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six feet apart
in the spring garden, we throw
each other red roses
crickets’ courting songs,
consent on the evening air–
please, be my cricket
happily, he hands me
a wild orchid he plucked
from a neighbor’s yard
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/20/21
today and tomorrow
as thin as a chaff
first mass
Nani Mariani
today and tomorrow
just as thin as silk cloth
first mass
Nani Mariani
laughing at each
other’s flaws makes
our pearl glow
*
on different
continents yet sharing
the same moon
*
it sounds
sexy when she calls
me cabron
at the party
dance silently
electricity flows throughout the body
Nani Mariani
the billowing brine
of the moon scuds the shore
come my dear
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/20/21
the billowing brine
scuds the shore
come my dear
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/20/21
pastel heart
burnished a deep purple
the soldier’s jacket
*
origami
hearts suddenly
complicated
*
attaching a wing
to his valentine
room for one more
*
faded paper hearts
promises we made
in kindergarten
our love–
did Helen and Paris
light fires this bright?
our love together–
deeper than deepest oceans,
taller than mountains
dear, this red rose
in the breakfast vase
is for you
she loves me . . .
she loves me not . . .
I pluck each petal
great choice to complete the tan-renga.
*
first blossoms
she tells me
she’s late
thank you, andrew
looking south
to those I love . . .
a flock of winter geese
flood of spring tide
we mingle
salt and sweet
again that sapphire sky
but a skim of ice as you cut
sprigs of bittersweet
spring cleaning
her panties inside
my washed bedsheets
Betty, your capping verse was so understated yet heartbreaking. No wonder it was irresistible! (I’m keeping you and all your fellow Texans in my thoughts. Hurry, Spring!)–Wendy, my thanks for your considering two of my verses worthy of the short list.
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Here are my love-themed offerings to open the next tan renku.
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downwind of the lilacs
conversation turns
from words to kisses
***
urn of ashes
alongside a photo
a bride and groom
***
gray-haired husbands
toasting their
sixth anniversary
***
zoom weddings
love in the time
of covid-19
my pleasure, dana
100th birthday
eating by hand is OK
I whisper to Dad
I love you
and I love you
squawks our parrot
Congrats Betty, and prayers for all you are going through right now. Your verse keeps echoing through my mind . . . .so good!
Thank you Wendy, for commenting on my offering!
she buys him
an electric blanket
for cold nights
it was my pleasure, debbie
total eclipse of the sun
your curves sweeping
into twilight moon
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/20/21
total eclipse of the sun
his curves sweeping
into twilight moon
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/20/21
at home
(after our first date)
the anise seed
© 2/20/2021 by wendy c. bialek
more precisely:
at home
after our first date
the (anise seed)
© 2/20/2021 by wendy c. bialek
bunch of flowers
Ha! it’s not my birthday
did you forget me?
Nani Mariani
grandpa’s story
a horse that bites iron
my granddaughter is squatting
Nani Mariani
the light
that makes the moon glow
in her eyes
.
he smiles I hear
let me take you home
kindred spirit
.
blossoming acacias
shade lovers
in the cool grass
last year’s
flaming maple leaf
sealed in the icicle — wendy c. bialek
my husband asks
who am i again — Betty Shropshire
Oh my, Wendy! You had quite a task choosing among the many worthy writings this round. Well done. Thank you for commenting on mine as well. Betty, yours was a poignantly beautiful and sensitive capping verse.
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My offerings for the three line poems of love:
.
love so new,
more to figure out
than remember
savoring
each-otherness,
we dance the salsa
engagement ring
handed down handed down
gradients of love
thrilling her
from heart to toes,
he hums Bolero
ty! yes, jackie, many, many that would work!
but i must admit…..betty’s verse….for me,
was “love at first sight”
I grock that. Really moved me.
lust
rust
dust
virtual romance
i wonder what
it’s like to kiss
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/19/21
she says the first
thirty years together
are the hardest
*
serenade
under the wrong
window
*
holes in our
thatched roof
honeymoon suite
trading heirloom rings
of evergreen
emerald
*
how they won each other
back with sad love songs
on All Hallows’ Eve
*
building a bubble for two
under a rainbow
umbrella
*
rock pool
his face
in pieces of sky
… Carole Harrison
very nice, Carole!
Thanks Michelle
you’re welcome. I love the imagery.
our completed tan~renga with its capping verse is:
last year’s
flaming maple leaf
sealed in the icicle ………………………………………….. wendy c. bialek……..(week 3)
my husband asks
who am i again ………………………………………………….Betty Shropshire……(week 4)
this paired for me in so many ways.
one test it passed with flying colours is:
i read line three twice.
once with the opening verse and again with the capping verse.
so in this case:
last year’s
flaming maple leaf
sealed in the icicle
sealed in the icicle
my husband asks
who am i again
Good choice Wendy. I love the poignant completed tan-renga and all your comments on many other verses which are very insightful. Well done.
thanks, carole
isn’t this fun & enlightening?
Great fun, Wendy. Feeling connected to people around the globe is the best. Plus learning of course….
Yes, Wendy, the capoing verse by Betty furs your verse well. It is a poignant verse that reminds me of my favorite poem by Stanley Kunitz, poet laureate from Worcester, MA called “Touch Me.” It is about a married couple in the latter years of their romance. it begins with the lines “Summer is late my heart… and the last lines are these:
“Darling, do you remember the man you married? Touch me. Remind me who I am.”
It’s a lovely poem. Just thought I’d share.”
sorry about typos..i am on my phone.
*capping
*fits
“Touch Me” wow! i love this poem!…..probably the one that betty spoke about in her verse.
thank you, michelle for sharing this poem and poet.
(it all makes sense, to me, now….probably why betty didn’t appear to appreciate my commentary on her….specific verse)
correction:
i was the one who saw the mind in the icicle…..and the memory in the maple leaf…..etc. not betty!
I’m glad you enjoyed it, Wendy! What a great writer Kumitz is indeed. That poem speaks to my soul on so many levels.😊
leaking pipes & all
wheelchairs stroll
down the isle
senryu © 2/19/2021 by wendy c. bialek
chamomile dust
the kettle whistles
our tune
revision:
.
chamomile dust
the kettle whistles
their tune
ellen, i really like this verse, (first version)
broken pipes
and almost a broken heart
when he left for cancún
senryu © 2/17/2021 by wendy c. bialek
a hummingbird hovers
the years still wave by wave
the lake
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/19/21
this one is a little awkward…it’s about my dad who lives by the lake and has hummingbirds…
wave by wave
a hummingbird hovers
the years still… the lake
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/19/21
.
.
stroke after stroke
the river
of heaven
.
stroke after stroke
the slow
crawl
.
stroke after stroke
a lungful
of waves
.
stroke after stroke
a peony
blossoms
.
stroke after stroke
signing
his name
.
stroke after stroke
the mid
summer moon
.
.
this moment always
moving always still
our newlywed love
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/19/21
sitting on the bench
that bears her name
he feels her presence
a lifetime
of love held
in arthritic hands
OR (same theme):
arthritic hands
still holding each other
in the care home
moonfall
on gardenias
renewing our vows
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/19/21
Could you please start or end each commentary with the full tan renga? Without going back to last week, I have no idea what the opening verse was here. Would love to see the complete pairing. Thank you!
thank you, kristen, you are so right…..the tan~renga should be there in full, you or anyone else should not have to go back to the week before!
so sorry, my bad, speaking about memory problems!
i will request that john include this line:
john, can you replace:
our next capping verse is………….:
with:
our completed tan~renga with its capping verse is:
last year’s
flaming maple leaf
sealed in the icicle wendy c. bialek
my husband asks
who am i again Betty Shropshire
an ice chilling. naked verse….that cuts through every atom of my synaptic soul!
wendy c. bialek”
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thanks in advance, john, for your continued help!
I am extremely busy this week. Will get to it if I can. In the meantime, glad it’s in the comments.
John, asking before I enter composition mode, are there any seasonal requirements for our opening verses?
No seasonal reference is required. Any would be welcome, however.
Thanks, John. I’m for any season but winter. Living in the northeast I’ve had quite enough of that one.
in the wind
in the pine
his kiss
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/18/21
in the wind
in the pine
our kiss
Michelle Beyers
Copyright © 2/18/21
getting harder
to whisper sweet nothings
with a dog on each lap
© 2/18/2021 by wendy c. bialek
Powerful vs Betty
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fifty shades of
nothing could be further
from my mind
slow glass
heartbeats on a laptop
long after he’s gone
© 2/14/2021 by wendy c. bialek
meet ex
my dress is his favorite color
hug me tight
Nani Mariani
brilliant cardinal
in dormant fig branches
his mate-fertile rust
*
the bride whispers
what happened to all the ways
tv taught us to kiss
in front of the mirror
hair has turned white
this is not me
Nani Mariani
senior valentines
my new iphone enlarges
his love poem text
© 2/14/2021 by wendy c. bialek
senior valentines
we share kardiamobile
on one iphone
© 2/14/2021 by wendy c. bialek
bachelor show
why bother holding up a rose
you are not giving?
love? senryu © 2/18/2021 by wendy c. bialek
yes, i must confess, i often what this show on tv.
don’t know how universal it is….but….
the message, offered for fun, i believe, is.
often watch
their deep heart-to-heart
carved
in a beech tree
*
sharing a chest of drawers
carved
from heartwood
*
grown incessant
their habit
of finishing each other’s stories
*
Congratulations, Betty and well chosen, Wendy!! What a quintessential verse for not only each individual but for all humanity to ask at this stage in earth’s history. Betty, here is hoping Texas heats up again real soon. Being in massachusetts, I empathize with you. ps thanks for mentioning one of mine, Wendy😊
thanks, michelle
Thank you, Wendy, for choosing my verse and the thoughtful commentary for so many other selections! I am honored.
John, I won’t be able to participate this go round…we’re still on our generator for our rv here in the boonies of frozen central Texas and I have to use my phone and not my laptop. Frozen pipes busted in several spots so that’s become our priority for the weekend when the temperature finally allows a thaw.
Betty
Understood, Betty. I will be glad to fill in. Hope your troubles are soon resolved.
Betty–congratulations on the fine capping verse! Please stay well out there–things WILL get easier. My thoughts are with you–as we go through a snow/ice storm ourselves,
Betty, congrats on being selected .. good choosing, Wendy .. ☺
and Betty, I hope your power gets restored soon .. frozen pipes, both the ones that deliver the power and the ones that carry your water .. not fun ..
thanks….maxianne
betty….hoping the warming praise and members here gathered around you and your touching verse….helps to get you through these hard, cold times.
Well done Wendy, enjoyed reading your commentary, and thanks for stopping on one of mine – always interesting to read what a poem invokes. There were many compelling verses last week and Betty’s was an excellent choice. Here’s hoping for a spring thaw soon for you Betty!
princess k……i must confess:
fallen for
a poem
i hardly know
i would love to hear
your elaboration
Here ya go Wendy:
surreptitiously
i stare at you ‘cross the room
until the lark song
Oh Betty, thinking of you and others in this extreme weather. Must be so difficult. Hope your troubles are sorted soon.