The Renku Sessions: Timber Smoke – Week 16
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.
The next, no specific season verse is:
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
Much going on in these two lines that seem so calm as to be unremarkable. But under the gift of moonlight, a reflection from one celestial body of another’s light, humans have here initiated a most terrestrial activity, that of the exchange of objects ovalued by both sides of a given transfer. Thus, a lateral movement of defined goods against the backdrop of the infinite quality of light.
Not only does the mention of shells suggest the cycles of life and the retraction of life on a platform where land meets sea, but reiterates the moon’s presence in “as the tides comes in”. An unseen but inevitable surge of water that would cover over, momentarily enough, such intricately marked shells.
Thus, we have a transfer of focus from the vertical to the lateral but also this verse gives our renku a surge in its momentum as we ride it into our first blossom verse of spring.
Thank-you Jonathan Alderfer.
So, for verse 17, it’s time for a designer blossom verse. This could have a kireji or break in it, but doesn’t have to; but i would expect it to be one of the few verses in “Timber Smoke”that could be read as a stand-alone haiku.
Further, John Stevenson and i are going to take a two-week break in the reading and transcription of your verses, so you will have fourteen days and nights to consider whatverses you would like to ride in the tide with. Our next posting will appear on December 14.
Happy 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
evening begins
with a gift of opal
moonlight
Marion Clarke
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
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blue iris
in the sun
her eyes
.
under an audience
of clouds
a drift of white daisies
.
blue dashers
and green pondhawks
patrol the water lilies
.
lost ant, trapped
in the spiraling folds of
a white calla lily
.
a dragonfly
settles on
the lotus flower
the freewheeling petal
on the snail’s back
reaching the summit
Wendy, thank you for pointing the way towards Issa, aka “cup-of-tea”. Time for me to read the classics! Anyone have a favorite translation?
the freewheeling petal
reaching the peak
on the snail’s back
a petal
on a snail
summit bound
foamflowers
arranged by chance it seems
upon the driftwood
left by
the leaning lampost
a jar of daises
fragrant breeze
a garland of hibiscus
swaying in the hula
opium poppy
the extra thrill
when it blooms
“left by
the leaning lampost
a jar of daises”
oops
left by
the leaning lamp post
a jar of daises
lavender bends its
weighted head
in morning meditation
now here
nowhere
baby’s breath
sasanqua blossom
the poet’s ink flows
across his paper
five daisy petals
she carefully presses
into melted soap
…
twelve sunflowers
his intention to paint
this humble gift
footprints fade into the
sweet woodruff
my secret path still hidden
Shorter…
footprints fade into
sweet woodruff
my secret path hidden
lotus blossom
gliding down the klong
a light inside
lotus blossom
gliding down the klong
carrying a light
edit –
wild violets
splashes of purple rain
along the verges
street corner
a flower girl’s basket brims
with cherry blossom
.
dog violets
a splash of purple rain
along the hedgerow
glossy buttercups
under their chins
first base
glossy buttercups
under their chins
reflections of youth
or:
glossy buttercups
under their chins
reflections on youth
love this one, pamela!
wooops, that didn’t bring me to first base lol!!!….it was the “first base ” one i was remarking on.
Haha!
Thanks for encouraging feedback!
running to mom with
a fist full of dandelions
his first bouquet
bulrush flower
the calm of weaving
its stalk
cherry blossoms
sprinkle our last walk
a fragrant farewell
night jasmine
under the stars
first kiss
Or…
night jasmine
under the stars
their first kiss
their first kiss
under night jasmine
begins a life journey
fairy slippers
tucked away
under moss bed
Pilgrim’s Way
spotted orchids hidden
by the tall grass
creeping along
unnoticed
scarlet pimpernel
gender fluid
jill-in-the-pulpit
blossoms
* The transition from male to female continues until eventually the plant produces female flowers only. This is an example of dichogamy, a rare phenomenon in flowering plants. Due to this sex-change lifecycle, this species is sometimes called colloquially as Jack or Jill in the pulpit or Jill-in-the-pulpit.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org › wiki
Arisaema triphyllum – Wikipedia
(And probably too close to the Jacques verse but putting it out there anyway)
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
silent memories
lost in the downpour
fading drops of ink
smudged ink
full of lost letters
emerging waves
the diversity
of my inner characters . . .
blossoming camellia
Ivan Gaćina
pink lady’s slippers
taking a walk
on the wild side
.
deliciously yellow
the trumpeted half-truths
of daffodils
.
cherry blossoms
more than honeybees working
under the influence
.
I love these verses Jonathan
Thanks, Pamela.
barefoot
in the meadow
daisy chains
meadow
hideout
wild sunflowers
barefoot in the meadow
daisy chains adorn
her hair
wild sunflowers
sway
meadow hideout
.
cherry petals
in the Veuve Clicquot
in the souffle
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in — Jonathan Alderfer
—
at the lilac grove
ladies with white canes pause
beneath each tree
deep in the soils
of a rain shadow
skeleton flower seeds
and also:
deep
in a rain shadow
skeleton flower seeds
deep in the soils
of a rain shadow
skeleton flower seeds
Wendy C. Bialek
this one my favorite, exquisite!
glad you liked it, rob….thank you…. for your comment!
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
–Jonathan A.
apple blossoms mingle
with her tears
–wedding proposal
Congratulations, Jonathan, in your verse.
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
last chemo
her newest wig
cherry blossom pink
.
spring breeze
dried hydrangea blooms tumbleweed
across greening yard
the red tulips
open up
–first kiss
roses
all her embroidery
within frame work
cherry blossoms
her spring anew
saddened life
rose petals
special drifts layering
evening cup
gardener points the way
with a dead-headed tullip
in his shears
corrected:
gardener points the way
with a dead-headed tulip
in his shears
a nod to K. Issa
also:
gardener pointing the way
a dead-headed tulip
in his shears
under bare beech trees
sisters searching for bluebells
there! Spring is here!
her lips
pink
as cherry blossoms
soft swish
of her kimono-
cherry blossoms
Or….
soft whisper
of her kimono
cherry blossoms
returning from the mailbox
first crocus awaits
returning
from the mailbox
first crocus
i like this edit of your piece, rob
thank you wendy!
vivid collage
of tulip fields
emerges in mist
vivid
tulip fields
emerge in mist
potomac skies
reflect
cherry blossom mist
very cool…’potomac’…carolyn
Thanks! And yours too….love the picture it paints
the promise of blossoms
to come
prisoner swap
The promise
of blossoms—
prisoner swap
wisteria curtains
cascading over
the window box
window box
switched-out plastic
for real violets
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
.
collecting nectar
from the coastal banksias
lines of black ants
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banksia_integrifolia
Congratulations, Jonathan, on your link, and thanks for your helpful directions, Marshall.
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seaside oats
facing a gray sea
the surf pounds
the hidden dune
a dandelion wreath
left behind
seaside oats
rooted in a dune
life will end
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
*
real blossoms
join silk
drying on the umbrella
maybe clearer:
silk blossoms
joined by real ones
drying on the umbrella
bidden only
by the sun
wild flowers
first light
is a star worth more
than edelweiss
also blooming
wave upon wave
of pampas grass
in harmony
different faces
of the pansy
dawn light tiptoes
through the tulip field
silent windmills
evening begins
with a gift of opal
moonlight – Marion Clarke
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in – Jonathan Alderfer
tea-tree blossoms
all along the foreshore
that sweet, warm scent
ah, I imagine “scent” would be out, considering there is a “scent” in the hokku. Duh.
Next try:
tea-tree blossoms
all along the foreshore
that sweet, soft air
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
*
the hermit crab finds a home
in a blossom covered
bottle
Abigail Eden
in a world of pain
new species of flowers bloom
*
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
*
every year
a different
favorite blossom
*
eagerly swept away
by the tsunami
of blossoms
*
gold standard–
blossoms worth more
than their weight
*
the AI version
of a blossom
fools no one
*
the mailman’s breath
faintly white
Keith Evetts
(:-) … and not a duck in sight! Nicely done, Keith.
Thank you, Lorin! ?
primrose blossoms
no longer
medicated
primrose blossoms
she tenders
her resignation
forget-me-nots
the garden gate
left open
nice set, betty…..i like the last one best
Thanks Wendy!
dense thorns
on knockout roses
too painful to gather
thorns
on knockout roses
too painful to gather
camellia blossoms
warming to the idea
of a rendezvous
black eyed susan
the announcer calls
swing and a miss
tumble weeds…
breaking free of
all pretension
morning sun
so many dandelions
nobody wants them
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
…
morning glory
the artillery
falls silent
thousands of petals
falling :: flying
a man reads the newspaper
.
imagine
all the plum blossoms
lighting up the sky
.
red tulips
regardless of how
we feel
green shoots
between hollow twigs
the passing of the torch
green shoots
betwixt hollow twigs
the passing of the torch
green shoots
betwixt brittle twigs
the passing of the torch
All is well, Wendy, thanks for asking, appreciated :)
pools of light
an avenue dappled
by jacaranda
*
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
*
a prayer
by the muddied waters–
kneeling Angelica
fireworks blossom
over the water
and under our sandals
scent of sweet peas
a walk
in the foothills
…
first break of dawn
a morning glory
unfolds
…
a morning glory
the hummingbird
unfolds
*
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
*
a gentle wash of rain
polishes
the toothwort
*
bending closer to catch
the finest
of toothwort
Lovely verse Jonathan, and expert commentary. Marshall! Something to give thanks for, indeed!
*
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
*
the mix and match petals
of snow
and snowdrops
*
my grownups return
as I scan the wallflowers
whose seeds I sowed
tripping on blue
forget-me-nots underfoot
many first loves
wisteria blossom
the war still
ebbs and flows
a shower of blossom
almost covers
the hidden easter eggs
peach blossom
he tucks a petal
behind her ear
small urchins
hands between sands hide and seek
also sell groundnuts
no conceit
in the deep forest
maple
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
drifting blossom
sunlight plays with shadows
on an unmarked grave
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
*
six bitcoins
for adding a block
to the chain
first-time grandparents
playing peekaboo
crocus in the snow
Or:
first-time
grandparents playing peekaboo
crocus in the snow
first-time-grandparents
playing peekaboo
crocuses breaking through snow
thank you Jonathan for a very special verse and
to Marshall for selecting it
speckled breeze
passing through bamboo bridge
tumbling sakura petals
Thank you, Marshall. A lovely Thanksgiving day surprise. Your commentaries are always so insightful. I live on a tidal river in Maine and a very horizontal world. I realize that—until now—hadn’t deeply considered the extended implications of a “lateral” world view. Thank you for that!
hibiscus
a sepal drifts
in my cup
sasanqua
a rose bloom
amidst snow drops
sasanqua
rose bloom
amidst snow drops
Congratulations, Jonathan, well done.
Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Holidays, Everyone!
Thank-you Jonathan for such a wonderful verse, another jewel in our renku:) Thank-you Marshal for the richly worded explanation!
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
the smell of blossoms
to come
prisoner swap
Wow, Wendy!
Wendy, I agree with Pamela! This is amazing!
thanks also, madeleine
thanks, pamela!
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
to all lovers
the three-horned stock
and the sea lily
Sparse blossom
on my spavinned tree
Not yet, O Lord
wow….a very dramatic, heart-felt read ku , thanks dick
And the shells link back to the gift of opal! How very lovely and wonderful, Jonathan!
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How does an opalized fossil form?
Most of the fossils found in these areas are either crustaceans, shellfish, or animals that lived in or around the water’s edge that have been buried through sediment.
The organic matter or shell breaks down and leaves a cavity where the animal matter was.
The sediments that buried animal remains in the opal fields were rich in silica from ancient volcanoes, the silica spheres seep down into the cavity to fill it and the fossils are preserved as silica in the form of opal.
Some examples are Shells, Yabby Buttons, Pipi’s/Molluscs , and Turtle Bones which have turned into opal.
https://blackopaldirect.com/blog/opalized-fossil/#
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This is really interesting, Diana:) Thank-you for sharing!
speckled breeze
tumbling a bamboo bridge
sakura petals
a very special addition to our renku, lovely, verse, Jonathan….congrats
i enjoyed your commentary, Marshall.