The Renku Sessions: Timber Smoke – Week 14
Greetings and welcome to The Haiku Foundation’s current Renku Session entitled, ‘Timber Smoke’. I am Marshall Hryciuk of Toronto, Canada and I will be leading this session through a 36-link kasen renku.
A perfect fit for verse 14. It is:
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
The sudden and intense movement of the whirligig makes explicit in the natural realm what is embraced but without motion in the human realm by the passionate song of Jacques Brel.
The word, “leaves” brings autumn to us as they are dispersed; all at once clearing remnants of leaves and other detritus from “the deck.” A cause-and-effect verse, but one without a human agent, whose result is of no benefit to the whirligig.
Also serves to remind us that most verses in a renku are not haiku but serve to relay the energy and set up ‘designer’ verses; enhancing thrones that are haiku.
So, here, i called this verse a perfect fit because it clears space; of the mind, in the sky, for our second moon verse. By virtue of a circular motion, it’s as if the clouds have parted and we’re open for a moon to be seen shining.
So, thank-you, Wendy C. Bialek.
Thus, it’s autumn again, the moon again. We can move away from a day-moon, the blue moon, a red moon and a Hunter’s Moon and the like. What we need is a sustained sense of autumn and the presence of the moon.
A deck could also evoke a sea-going vessel –
Smooth sailing, smooth linking
Marshall
Timber Smoke (so far)
nothing dimmed yet
timber smoke scent
sifts into the house
Marshall Hryciuk
one by one
I pick plums off of the ground
Alfred Booth
a file of cars
overtaking a tractor
on the mountain road
Keith Evetts
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
even paler
than the clearing fog
day moon
Mary White
handprints and crumbs
I would miss them
Pamela Garry
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
the tiffany blue
of 3 eggs in a nest
Eavonka Ettinger
scattered spores
following a random trail
through landmines
John Hawkhead
attempted murder
by the morality police
Rob Barkan
next door’s dog
barks
at our snowman
Carol Jones
the mailman’s breath
faintly white
Keith Evetts
Jacques Brel singing
“in the port of Amsterdam”
on the radio
Alfred Booth and Marshall Hryciuk
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
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moonless night
we hold sparkles
to the stars
as the leaves drop
and the world turns
the moon rests with me
pamela…i am really loving this one! thank you for deciding to post this one!
lighting up the sky
a sailboat about
to slice the moon
out of darkness
comes the light
a sailboat slices
Lovely, fun verse Wendy!
sleeping out
on the trimaran
beneath a gold moon
falling asleep
to the slap of waves
under a gold moon
thanks, deb….
lovely set! deb
falling asleep
to the slap of waves
under a gold moon
Debbie Scheving
love this one! deb
moonlit spray
of bowhead whales advancing
with the sea ice
bright side up
the moon sticks to coins
in the fountain
wendy– this one’s as wonderfully magically whimsical as all of the rest of your verses into this week’s session. especially the ones with coins in the fountain. just WOW.
moon through the rigging
in awe of
Saint Elmo’s Fire
magnificent, rob…..i am in awe of this verse
outstanding !!!!!!
moonrise
singed
by the lava flow
strong image, rob!
the horseshoe crab
that snapped my pole
spins moonlight over a crib
dead horseshoe crab
that snaps my pole
spins moonlight over a crib
child catches moon
in mirror’s close knit
claps agile
moon fish spoon cup
chuggin’ chowder on the dock
where they were caught
“earthrise”
a home portrait from away
absent autumn’s hues
intriguing offering, Pamela! my mind is spinning!
this brings a thousand questions to my mind!
(1)
the ever persistant dilemma of does a painting of a flower qualify for the designer verse for blossom/flower verse? and does this even apply here? ( if the picture was taken on the moon….then that was a real place…the moon).
(2)
is the word “portrait”….meaning the position/mode/ size of the picture? like paper in a printer? if it refers to the subject/content in the picture….it would usually mean a person, or animal. whereas a this appears to be in the landscape family, which includes things like seascapes, moonscapes, or lunar landscapes, etc.
which leads me to the next question:
(3)
the word “home”…..if that refers to earth…..what do we do with the piece of moon that shows in the same picture?
which leads me to the next question?
(4)
which picture and what mission is this autumn/moon verse based on?
would love to know Marshall’s reflection on these details, as to how they may apply to this renku designer verse and any other renku seasonal verse ???
Hi Wendy! Earthrise is a photograph of Earth and part of the Moon’s surface that was taken from lunar orbit by astronaut William Anders on December 24, 1968, during the Apollo 8 mission. It was the first color photograph of Earth taken from space and quickly circulated around the world. It became an emblem promoting environmental activism and awareness in 1970.
earthrise orbiting
the thrill of new horizons
“earthrise” circulating
from fall to fall
“earthrise”
a speechless haiga
from outer-space
hi Wendy -i think you can quickly clear up some of your dilemnas if you see the haiku, the designer verse in a renku and all genuine haiku as being ‘within its words’ not within the referent; not what the words refer to. So the origin of the verse orthe ‘object category’ don’t matter; what is important is that the proposed haiku evoke a deeper dimension while being able to be read as a simple refelection. I’m sorry i can’t remeber who said it, but a Japanese writer said that if writing a fiction bestseller successfully lay telling a lie as if it were the truth,
writing a good haiku was writing the the truth as if it were a lie. Unencumbered perception with no indicated bias from the writer; no directives or arguments from the writer.
So categories of origin don’t matter. Just writing well and losing the self-reflective mirror is a strong start.
And thanks for all the enthusiastic comments
Marshall
thank you! Marshall! i am so pleased that you set aside the time to reach deep for me….to explain so beautifully, clearly, and succinctly what i needed to hear. this helped me in a profound way to quell my dilemmas. i will be able to read work in
an uncluttered way….and strive to write unfettered.
thank you again and again. i think i will make a plaque of your words, (with your permission and credit them to you)….maybe, burned into wood, and hang it in my writing room as a source of reference, and reminder.
thank you pamela for taking the time to answer the question about “which
picture and mission” you referenced for your verse.
now that Marshall has explained to me….it doesn’t really matter…..
at the time i asked it….i wanted to know which picture and which mission….so i could understand your verse better.
as i believe there were many missions, and pictures captured (some more iconic than others)….
some were in just B&W, some had colour, some were shot with slide film, taken by hand on camera with telephoto lens, some i believe were taken by pre-installed equipment on body of space vessel, some were taken from space, some after landing. i believe one originally shot was a horizontal view, but was felt to not flatter the earth, they turned the view to the vertical position to give a more favorable look to the earth.
yes, i am also educated on these events and the movements they inspired to protect our fragile, precious Earth! i lived it in real time…before everyone could have access to the internet…so glad we both see this as a very relevant event for all times….and a worthy topic to write about. and you did a great job expressing it in your verse.
on the other side
of the coin
this moon verse comes up shining
breathing russet air
I walk through
lacey moonlit trees
breathing russet air
I walk through
moonlit woods
a really nice one, carolyn !
very special one Carolyn
Thanks Rob and Wendy! But I forgot it will backlink with mailman breath
the russet air
of the woods rises
on moonlit walk
Oh dear….no breath
Try again
the russet scent
of the woods
moonlit night
bare branches
juggle
too many craters
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
***
distant thunder . . .
clouds gather in the mist
of my musings
burnished gold
melds into the lake . . .
leaves’ reincarnation
cracked sky . . .
constellations at play
hide and seek
Ivan Gaćina
nice set, ivan ! leaves’ reincarnation…..cool!
burnished gold
melds into the lake . . .
leaves’ reincarnation
Ivan Gaćina
much beauty in this one ivan
lovers’ paradise
inside the glow and growth
of moon
thanks for all those compliments, laurie.
i just knew you would start linking to the ‘deck’ with a card game!
like the back of my hand…lol!
ooops
this was meant to post down at the bottom!
Marshall, i love your haiku of the day poem….even more than the shape….i enjoy the purposely displaced, double-entendre word, “falling”!
Thanks, Wendy!
luminous
as the submerging ufo
rippling moon
luminous
as the submerging ufo
rippled moon
wow! rob
moonlit horses on
masthead
plunge into gibbous seas
white horses
draw the chariot
of selene into night sky
For fun…
sailor moon
a catamaran glides
over stars
quieting waters
the collection of paper boats
replaced by a moon
moon occulting Venus
means we miss
the money shot
Or
missing the money shot
as the moon
occults Venus
the moon sliver
on the tip of her flame
i freeze before winter
summer drive by car
cool moon bigger
touches screen
migrating through moon haze
the North Pacific Gyre
to their backs
or
migrating with the moon
Great Pacific Garbage Patch
to their backs
migrating with the moon
the Great Pacific Garbage Patch
left in the cold
And Marshall, I am swept away by your haiku of the day on the home page!
thanks, pam, for pointing out the white treat of marshall’s winter ‘ku…..
Thanks Pamela for the notice, and thanks to Charlotte Hrenchuk for placing mine on what is known in Canada as ‘Remembrance Day’ -we don’t have a ‘Memorial Day’ -so it’s an honour to have a haiku of mine to be selected for this day.
A day of thanks all around -Marshall
migrating with the moon…
the Great Pacific Garbage Patch
left in the cold
( just added an ellipsis)
moonlit night
a sloop swings
on the mooring buoy
fisher moon
the bearded-apple folk
cast a whale of a tale
*
with the moon
in my belly
i blow out a galaxy
*
moonless
no compass or map
blinddiving sea pearls
*
helping moon
the eyes of the monkey
in driftwood knots
midnight’s globe
hoist at the masthead
as a lantern
land ho!
a cape made golden
by the moon
in rising wind
the ocean swells
with moonlight
red or black
which color of licorice in
the pea coat’s pockets
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
-Wendy C. Bialek
fruiting bodies
break the moonlit silence
of the glade
early evening storm
moonbow arcs
across barren fields
neap tide
moonlit red crabs
on shore leave
gathering moon
all the gears to churn
a galaxy
*
tinker moon
in a plexiglass case
sea legs wave automaton
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buRMXn6iedE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVqmQWKmQE0
Venus sharing
all the light left from
the darkest depth moon
forlorn moon
eyes fragments of itself
deep in earth’s mantle
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
*
we stumble on
a tumble-down carousel
by the light of the moon
*
moonlight shows us
to a tumble-down
carousel
we stumble on
a tumble-down carousel
by the light of the moon
Laurie Greer
a fine mysterious scene laurie, love it
gibbous moon,
peekaboo of the
clouds
half moon,
we get it after
overeating
waning moon
call of the watch and
day joins too
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
*
the players keep their hands
close to their chests
around the waning moon
*
the hand
that draws the wild card
under the gibbous moon
*
moonbeams
the call for pen
and ink
long live the moon muse patrick!
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
***
the swarming
of barn dancers
for the « moonlight medley »
***
after the gig
moonbeams still dancing
from the mirror ball
***
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
*
playing shoot the moon
with the moon
and a yo-yo
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
*
where the moon
joins the chicken
atop a weathervane
*
the moon begins
to set
atop the weathervane
wagon stacked
with moonlit
pumpkins
numb fingers
mark the rhumb line
to the moon
is it the lantern
swinging in the gimbals
or the moon
full moon
quelling the waves
for the landlubber
by the moon
close hauled
in freshening wind
just the cold moon
crosses the Channel
where the dinghy was
Harrison: a fellow sailor! I like the numb-rhumb as we plot a course along the moon’s reflection.
bobbing moon
from oar to oar
in a rowboat
under an armistice moon
another wave
of rockets
with the morning chill
a stowaway moon
in every porthole
moon-bathing
the hot tub
big enough for both of us
brumating gaters
blink beneath
a waxing moon
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
*
turning his hand
to sketching the moon
by moonlight
*
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
*
caught up in the moon
he forgets to keep pushing
the revolving door
*
caught up in the moon
he neglects
the revolving door
*
caught up in the moon
he misses his turn
in the revolving door
*
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
— Wendy C. Bialek
the bowing moon
beckoning me to dance
among naked trees
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
day moon glamours
crows take turns to tumble
with falling leaves
rowing back
to days of serenity
this moon shade
moment of thrill
this cool moon
never forgotten
soooo very lovely, Radhamani sama
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
—Wendy C. Bialek
so many clouds
over Lyon’s confluence
when was the moon full?
**
harbour moon
awaits the belch of cars
lightening ferry’s belly
sequins
the moon casts
on the far combers
lovely keith i am there
a mug of warm tea
and the moon’s company
in the dogwatch
even
flying fish
view the cool moon
Splendid, Wendy.
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
—Wendy C. Bialek
gloved hands
hoist the spinnaker
on course for the moon
thanks, keith
phosphorus waves
curl off the bow
under lunar light
the corona of night
slips
across harvested fields
flashing its face
under racing clouds
the sickle moon rises
orion’s belt rises
over the
moonslick path
the mailman’s breath
faintly white
Jacques Brel singing
“in the port of Amsterdam”
on the radio
14
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Ring round the moon
a polluted night sky
is empty, blank
clouds race
brass rails glint and fade
in passing moonlight
an early cleaner
switches on the suction
in his truck
clouds race
brass rails glint and fade
in passing moonlight
Dick Pettit
exquisite images….loving it!, Dick
An energetic verse, Wendy! Well done.
marion
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
the moon
resting on the worn seat
of Grandpa’s rocker
evening begins
with a gift of opal
moonlight
above the bay
nothing
but the moon
little by little
an abandoned currach
fills with moonlight
the moon
slip-sliding
on wet planks
thanks, marion!
the moon
slip-sliding
on wet planks
Marion Clark
SWEET!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUODdPpnxcA
Wonderful haiku, Marion!
a fleet of ufos
crosses a gibbous moon
and my wide open eyes
A very intriguing poem, Rob. I really like this one!
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
a precious masterpiece, so well done, Wendy!
and much gratitude to Marshall for choosing
such a fitting and special poem.
*instead…
pardoned hornigold
hunts for pirate bonnet
under a laughing moon
amended to:
around the bahamas
he chases pirate bonnet
a laughing moon
thanks so much rob, for your generous compliment!
Love your beautiful poems, Wendy!
“the walrus”
shows her true colors
under a laughing moon
I didn’t realize how menacing these lines sound:/. Wish I hadn’t posted.
(“Treasure Island”, even though a scary story, has always been a favorite of mine.)
Captain flint was the pirate that commandeered “the Walrus” and Long John Silver was the pirate who befriended the little boy Jim Hawkins, the main character and narrator of the story. (I can see now that my post wouldn’t work well with the renku:)
*instead…
pardoned hornigold
hunts for pirate “bonnet”
under a laughing moon
cups of coffee
held tight
warm the lucent night
Lovely poem, Carolyn!
don’t know which is the most rewarding; the writing of verse(s), its inclusion in renku,
or reading the the verses as they stream in, spawned by my verse…or others.
just a little note of thank you to all party goers for sharing this creative joy of renkuing with me….
casting drops of gold
over the spooner boat
a gibbous moon
a half shadow
the fishing trawler
patrols the cooling waters
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
*
spinning back the clock
in the wee hours
of moonlight
of moonlight
oops–erase that last line. Sorry!
spinning back the clock
in the wee hours
of moonlight
This is great, Laurie!
Congratulations, Wendy, on your verse.
a whirling of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
sailor’s moon
a catamaran glides
over the stars
.
the twin-keeler heels
on a beam reach
sailor’s moon
thanks, nancy!
love it! this one is a true keeper! nancy
sailor’s moon
a catamaran glides
over the stars
Nancy Brady
the other is good too….but i had to look everything up…..sounds like you have had experienced at sailing….or tech. schooled?
WHIRLIGIG Fest.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iaBEPYuE78E
Wendy,
Thanks for commenting on a verse of mine in such a positive manner. It’s appreciated.
Yes, I have some experience with sailboats. My husband sailed long before we met, and we actually bought and sailed a twin-keeler, made in Great Britain. It replaced a sloop which he had before we were married. We live about a block from Lake Erie where we sailed. Alas, we no longer have the sailboat, but the lake can be as rough as the North Sea, and then the twin-keeler will dig in and heel on a beam reach.
This is beautiful, Nancy!
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
soft glide
of the canoe
moonlit lake
I like this, Eavonka. Very peaceful, very visual.
me too…ditto!
It’s very lovely, Eavonka!
free sailing moon
on every wish
in the fountain
many thanks, Marshall for finding a fitting place for a ‘whirligig’ verse.
An honour to be included in this Timber Smoke renku!
Congratulations, Wendy! Such a wonderful verse that propels us forward.
eavonka….thanks for the spirited words…..forward on!!!
marshall…the commentary is right-on!
Congratulations Wendy! Love ‘whirligig’.
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
was it a witch
or a crow
sailed over the moon
wave after wave
sparkles at the crest
with moonlight
thanks, harrison…you have a wonderful, whimsical way with words! i believe, your name will be appearing soon on the renku, as well.
Ditto, Wendy! These are very lovely poems!
diving into the chilling waters
off sir francis drake
by half light
under a half shadow
the captain prays
by a porthole
so poignant, madeleine, well done.
Thanks, Rob:) You made my day!
moon river
spilling into the pacific
hauls an empty net
moon river
spills into the pacific
hauling an empty net
Congrats Wendy!
thanks, carolyn
gibbous moon
a blue angel takes off
from the carrier
under golden light
a schooner
slips into the bay
clear skies
half lit
a blue angel on board
Congratulations, Wendy! Lovely verse!
Thank you for the guidance, Marshall!
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
ferrying
the moonlight
in his drink
thanks for the nice words, Amoolya
very, very nice!
ferrying
the moonlight
in his drink
Amoolya Kamalnath
This is a beauty, Amoolya!
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
*
the scarecrow buttons
the coat of moondust
over his shoulders
*
Congratulations, Wendy! Love the word “whirligig.”
+++
snores of recruits
the barracks watch’s shadow
on cold linoleum
the locker’s scent
on a lit jacket sleeve
8 bells at midnight
leftover turkey
for the last dogwatch
a jeweled railing
thanks richard…enjoy the word!
BTW: nice set of verses!
Wendy, I am a fan of your poetry! Including this one. Beautiful choice! Thanks Marshall!
wow, thanks pam, i know i am followed on FB , but i never knew i had a club member! LOL
keep up doing what you do, and making everyone feel special here!
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
moon-cast shadows
the earth rising
underneath me
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
*
at the crescent moon’s tip
a far away life
sean, if i may….we are doing three lines, now. (we alternate)
may i suggest making an additional line or redistributing what you have…..
at the crescent moon’s tip
a far away
life
Sean Felix
or: (this one gives you a crescent shape)
a far away
life
at the crescent moon’s tip
Sean Felix
or: (this one gives you a different crescent shape)
a far away life
at the
crescent moon’s tip
Sean Felix
at the crescent moon’s tip
a far away life
Sean Felix
i like the fairy tale feel of this, it is wonderful sean.
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
*
tipping his hand
in a game of poker
by moonlight
*
the moon tips his hand
in a game
of equinox poker
Congratulations Wendy! A wonderful verse, adding so much beauty to our renku.
Your inspiring poems and encouraging words mean a lot.
madeleine, that means the world to me….thanks for sharing this!
Thank-you for these lovely words, Wendy!
🙂
They mean alot to me!
thanks, madeleine for your very sweet words!
🙂
Yay Wendy! And thank you , Marshall, for your insights and guidance!
thanks, deb…let’s celebrate!
Congratulations, Wendy! One of the best of your many fine verses!