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The Renku Sessions: Timber Smoke – Week 1

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Greetings and welcome to The Haiku Foundation’s current Renku Session entitled, ‘Timber Smoke’. I am Marshall Hryciuk of Toronto, Canada and will be leading this session through a 36-link kasen renku.

You could get your English-language saijikis out and use them for inspiration or reference but since I don’t consult any myself, they probably won’t help you to have a link accepted by me.  When I specify a season, what i’m looking for is seasonality in the whole link and not a specific ‘indicator’ word. And though my reference for flora, fauna and meteorological elements will be predominantly from the northern hemisphere i’d like maintain this renku as a global outreach including the southern hemisphere as well, so that, e.g., indicating winter by Christmas references or spring by those of Easter will not be accepted.

Ideally, a link should both link and shift with the verse previous to it and to that verse only. I like to think of each new verse as a magic lamp that casts a light back on the previous step conferring an added nuance or meaning to it while also maintaining the energy forward as in a relay run where the baton is placed where the new runner starting up doesn’t have to break stride to grab hold. Thus not every, in fact not even the majority of verses, are meant to be a ‘haiku’ but each is meant to pick up from the previous one and continue in a novel and open-ended way the relay.

 

The first verse, called the hokku is mine and it is:

nothing dimmed yet
timber smoke scent
sifts into the house

 

What i do now as leader is set the specifications for the next verse that must link with that and these are: two lines, summer reference, either outdoors or indoors.

I will not be commenting on each submission. I will choose one of those submitted by noon EDT on a given Tuesday and you will be given that link on the Thursday morning of that week.

 

Happy linking -Marshall

 

 

 

 

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This Post Has 115 Comments

  1. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    — Marshall Hryciuk

    another beautiful seaside town
    destroyed by wildfire

    1. Hello Marshall,
      When I submitted my link, I didn’t realize the deadline “a given Tuesday” was yesterday Tuesday. And then I thought I made it but now I see I missed the Noon EDT deadline.
      I’m very sorry. I understand the rules. I do love the plum poem. I have been enjoying this years crop of plums, apricots, and nectarines, and I can take these plums as I read this link.
      I am enjoying the Tan Renga sessions. I am looking forward to the 36-link kasen renku!
      It’s very nice to connect with everyone here!
      Have a nice day!
      Diana 🌸

  2. Dear Marshall :
    It seems you will give one, out of all these, as v2. Could you perhaps give a small number, say 3, of highly considered verses , as well?
    These, along with the specification for the 3rd verse, might give us a a fuller idea of your criteria : examples being more useful than an abstract statement.
    Thanks for a hokku with plenty of meat in it.

  3. another version, less aggressive and removing any ref. and conflict with a coming moon verse….thanks to the reminders from Marshall!

    summer drawings
    curl on the fridge door

  4. bumblebees hover over
    lupine blossoms
    .
    bumblebees feast
    upon lupine nectar
    .
    a hummingbird visits
    each canna lily

  5. Welcome, Marshall, and thank you for taking on this new session.

    nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    -Marshall Hryciuk

    raspberry pie
    cools on the sideboard

    a volunteer sunflower
    bends in the breeze

    browned grass
    prickles our bare feet

    a frantic bird slams
    into the window glass

  6. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    — Marshall Hryciuk

    her ashes stashed
    along camping gear
    ~~~
    rows of military beds
    on the pickleball court
    ~~~
    a soft mist inhaler (or asthma pump)
    delivered by bike
    ~~
    another ultimate chocolate cookies recipe
    missed
    ~~
    grandma’s new scooter
    at the lemonade stand
    ~~~

    1. Some of these are delightful two-liners, Sandra, but not quite what i’m inclined to include.
      But, and this is to everyone who so generously offered their verses
      my choosing doesn’t close til noon tomorrow EDT,
      and even though i’ve asked Alfred booth if i could modify his verse
      there is still time to contribute something new
      and thanks for all the warm greetings -Marshall

  7. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    *
    runners beating the heat
    but feeling the burn

  8. in the evening breeze
    smell of pittosporum

    + + + + + + + + + + + + + +

    from the compost pile
    warm smell of cut grass

  9. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    .

    we detour around
    a field of thistles
    .

    the long days
    and short nights of war
    .

    ferns bend in the wind
    whispering secrets
    .

    everyone tells lies
    to the summer moon

    1. dogs bark at mountainside glow
      their names lost in the wind

      welcome Marshall and thank you for guiding all of us.

  10. a scented candle flickers
    after the power cut

    ***

    tucking ice cubes
    inside of each other’s…

    ***

    the shimmering heels
    beneath the burqa

    ***

    nude ice candies
    stand by the beach

    ***

    barbecue and tea
    at the meadow turned cricket-pitch

    ***

    a rose-tinted bedspread
    covers the fractured knee

  11. luckily the rain arrives
    even if it is warm
    ++++
    a refreshing wind
    passes through the doors
    ++++
    grandfather on the steps
    coughs weakly

  12. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    *
    a splooting squirrel
    tumbles from his drey

  13. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    evoking memories
    ancestors guidance

    grandma’s laugh
    home made apple sauce

    pumpkins ripen
    reminds me of balls of wool

    a cup of coffee
    steam curling

  14. gathering moths
    bump-bump the flyscreen

    ***

    the airconditioner’s
    discomfiting buzz

    ***

    lumberjacks singing
    up the lazy river

    ***

    the slow enso
    of the ceiling fan

  15. beachgoers help
    find a contact

    cut watermelon
    straight from the fridge

    sliced peaches
    floating in a Jell-O mold

    climate change deniers
    quiet in this heat

    she loses her diamond
    in the sand

      1. Alexa can you hear
        the ocean in seashells

        she wears a kimono
        from her youth

        the distant sound
        of thunder at sunset

  16. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    chrysanthemums shining
    from the mantel

  17. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    robins bobbing
    in time for grubs

  18. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    windows fly open
    autumn sun streaming

    ravel on mom’s radio
    even the teenagers stop

    puppy dances down the hall
    stopping to do a “sun” stretch

  19. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    *
    shouts erupting as a hydrant
    goes geyser
    *
    a kettle lake boils
    the summer away
    *

  20. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    *
    Farenheit 451
    left at the beach
    *
    sparrows cooling off
    after a dust bath
    *

  21. blue haze from here
    to the sunlit mountains

    ***

    old-timers’ stories
    stretch out the long day

    ***

    Stravinsky’s firebird
    in the lingering light

    ***

    sun-dried saltfish
    on a pitch pine pole

    ***

  22. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    —Marshall Hryciuk

    a garter snake sunning
    under the firehose

    a car alarm
    on the balmy breeze

    the shimmering black
    tarmac road through the forest

    butterflies all heading
    in the same direction

    the jeep hot enough
    to fry bacon

    donning sunbleached denims
    and a white hard hat

  23. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    a host of baby animals
    come two by two

    assessing the damage
    in the evening’s calm

    premature the death
    of our century plant

    the runner left stranded
    between third base and home

  24. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    the space invader moves
    bees to a new home

  25. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    .
    radios tuned
    to fire service reports

  26. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    *
    inside the guest room stops
    the sound of a rocking chair

  27. what do the firemen
    around my summer house

    buzzing of mosquitoes
    breaks the silence

    1. Oops! Should be:

      nothing dimmed yet
      
timber smoke scent
      
sifts into the house

      a swarm of bats
      exists the attic

  28. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    *
    drifting off to the sound
    of the boat’s creaking cedar

  29. beach-combing
    in aviator sunglasses

    blueberry pancakes
    savoured on the deck

    all the grandchildren
    dogpaddle ashore

    1. beach-combing
      in aviator sunglasses

      blueberry pancakes
      savoured on the deck

      all the grandchildren
      dogpaddle ashore

  30. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    *
    pool splashes echoing
    the crackle of flames

  31. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    *
    ghost stories still warm
    from the campfire

  32. Welcome Marshall! Thirty-six+ weeks is quite a commitment – looking forward to learning from you and the renku participants.

    nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    .
    .
    fireflies wink
    at a distance
    .
    downwind
    the bats are feasting
    .
    a thin dew
    beads the lawn
    .
    the family dog turns
    three times under the awning
    .
    a tin of cubans
    kicks off the short night
    .

  33. the sun-capped boy
    chokes on his burger

    the screams of tree frogs
    in search of water

    the sunset glow
    that isn’t sunset

  34. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    one by one
    I pick up ripe plums
    **

    butterfly wings
    different inside and out
    **

    a pilgrimage
    to the mountain stream
    **

    titmice flit
    to and from the fig tree
    **

    1. Hi, Alfred, i quite like the mood and pace of this but the word, ‘ripe’ seems over-aggessive
      Could we change your link to: one by one
      I pick plums off of the ground
      -Marshall

      1. Hello Marshall,

        This is my second response today. The site seems to have treated my first as if I were a robot and I do not see it.

        Yes, by all means drop the adjective “ripe” if it flies better with your intent.

        I hope this one gets published.

        Thank you,
        Alfred

        1. Great, i’ll use yours with the second line, “I pick plums off of the ground”
          Very glad your response came through
          cheers -Marshall

  35. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    the urgency of nebulizer
    for half a second

    the tilt of a wedding basket
    in the corner shelf

    the curtains open
    to a turmeric sky

    summer envelopes carry
    sticky seashells

  36. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    *
    a rumble of thunder
    from far away

  37. my last offering should have read

    the last day of school
    comes a full week early.

  38. Wow what a great start !!11

    nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    the boys of summer
    try calling home

    spitting out seeds from
    a seedless melon

    the last day of school
    a full week early

  39. sudden unease
    at the absence of midges

    the whicker of a foal
    with nostrils flared

    the beaver dam breached
    by the first freshet

  40. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    – Marshall Hryciuk

    cake stall bakes
    the dust of powdered sugar

  41. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    –Marshall Hryciuk

    toasting marshmallows
    to make s’mores
    .
    awakening to the scent
    of skunk in our campsite
    .
    braiding sweetgrass
    into place mats and bowls
    .

  42. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    the swifts calls at twilight*
    fading away

    *Correcting typo from previous message, sorry

  43. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    the swifts calls at wilight
    fading away

  44. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    eels intermingling
    in the hawker’s bucket

  45. Hi Marshall, hope you are doing great. Many lovely choices here. Hopefully here are a few more good options for you 🙂

    slowly at first
    frogs fill a dusking meadow

    worn coneflower bows
    as evening’s goldfinch alights

    cooling off with a rollie
    fire escape

  46. sunset
    the horizon a fire eater

    *****

    gentle breeze carries
    the scent of jasmine

    *****

    a bee buzzes past
    today, I don’t mind

    *****

    tinted windows
    reflect summer skies

  47. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    — Marshall Hryciuk


    drone of cicadas
    rising with the sun

    seeking shade
    behind the driftwood

    the first sandcastle
    succumbs to the sea

  48. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    — Marshall Hryciuk

    deer fleeing through
    the crackle of underbrush

    the whole family brown
    from months of drought

    black bears in the shallow end
    of the swimming pool

  49. the underbelly
    of grass perspiring

    hungry cat eating
    summer in the grass

    sunflower petals
    extending daylight

  50. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    *
    a bag of banned books
    packed for the beach
    *

  51. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    fire devils dancing
    through paradise lost

  52. just for a split-second
    a frisbee blocks the sun

    the last hotdog
    on a paper plate

    a bottle fly circles above
    the potato salad no-one eats

    the impatient whine
    pool floatie slowly inflates

    the men debate again
    wood vs. propane

  53. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    sunlight changing shades
    in the she-wolf’s eyes

  54. A pleasure to meet you, Marshall.

    nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    the prize sunflower
    takes on a new pose

    no stomach for the pig
    holding the bright red apple

    at the bbq party
    a sudden urge to swing

  55. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    looping through branches
    a squirrel’s tail

  56. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    *
    kiddie pool a gigglefest
    after “ashes ashes”
    *
    swift nestlings delay
    our cleaning of the chimney

  57. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house

    today’s encounter
    still burning with

    the camp fire a memory
    of anguished youth

    hearing the ring-dove
    alight on my finger

  58. Good morning, Marshall:

    Best wishes on the new project. Here are a few potentials for verse 2:

    what used to be an elm
    used to be a thrush

    rough-been timbers
    cast long shadows

    a pitcher of sweet tea
    sweats untouched

    -Joshua

  59. oops–forgot summer
    revising
    logging on
    for the latest AQI
    *
    to
    sweating over the log in
    for the latest AQI

    1. Hi Melissa
      for the second verse (wakiku) it should be presented with two lines of verse only.
      Have a look for a book by John Carley – Renku Reckoner its a good reference book

  60. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    *
    logging on
    for the latest AQI
    *
    pouring a fresh cup
    of iced oolong
    *

  61. nothing dimmed yet
    timber smoke scent
    sifts into the house
    — Marshall Hryciuk

    —–

    a warm sky
    the color of rye whiskey

    the first tomatoes
    slow to redden

    a gap in the fence
    round the strawberry patch

    a hatrack full
    of sweaty stetsons

    hungry for pork’n’beans
    in the patio shade

    (or ham’n’eggs)…

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