The Renku Sessions: Timber Smoke – Week 20
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.
This week, many of the link-suggestions leaned towards furthering or commenting on a kind of romance that i thought would be conducive to a ‘narrative mentality’ that i’d like to steer clear of. Luckily, there was a verse that provided an appreciated twist:
some vows
break easier than twigs
Dan Campbell
This link might suggest that the “scent on the pillow” wasn’t all that welcome, either as an instigation of guilt or even as physical evidence of an illicit affair. Sheds a new light on the previous verse while linking up and leading us into a different range of topics and emotions.
I also like how the first line has a closed ‘o’ sound and then opens into a loud “vows” in contrast to the following line that opens with loud ‘a’ and ‘ee’ sounds and ends with a muted (=soft) ‘a’ and ‘i’ sounds. Helps the reader hear the brittleness a “vow” could have through the “twig”.
The twig metaphor also reminds me of a wishbone, which also can easily be broken if one side pulls with only her or his own side of the bone in mind.
Thank-you Dan Campbell
Next, we can move on to something very current; the New Year’s seasonality. It’s a cultural one, understood in Japan to occur between winter and spring, but i’d like us to emphasize the human activity and emotional involvement in it more than its Northern Hemispheric, wintery elements. And be wary of mentioning ‘resolutions’ as “vows” figured very prominently in this last verse.
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
a morning glory
the hummingbird
unfolds
madeleine kavanaugh
stepping from the change room
in her prom gown
Laurie Greer
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
Andrew Shimield
some vows
break easier than twigs
Dan Campbell
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a new pop-up gallery
draws in
the artsy crowd.
new year old year
silt from granite peaks
mixes with the harbor mud
a round apple cake
at the masquerade ball
with honey
Pamela,
I am very intrigued by your poem:) I love it!
Thank you Madeleine! So good to hear from you.
:)
Awww! Thanks, Pam!
Hi Harrison, you are missed, as well as your beautiful poetry. I hope and you and others will be back.
a light
to the Christmas decorations
candlemas day
…………………………
man is nothing
but a loud shout
in the illusion of time
celebrations gone again
good intentions
fade into workaday blues
alone on the mountain
meteor showers
announce a new year
good intentions –
runners in day-glo
lycra rainbow
holiday lights
at the senior living—
how long
the lift in his step
from having lost
the weight gain
green parrot
with broken wings
in her pooja room
gong of the temple bell
108 defilements
expunged
her brussels sprout
served to the new barbie
calling it lettuce
2 ½ ”
is not enough to cover
last year’s boot tracks
kudos for
an oath abiding leader
loyal to the free world
lol lettuce
some vows
break easier than twigs
——-Dan Campbell
.
more ruts
in the road home
than I remembered
.
glowing phones
and whispered conversations
on the overnight bus
Yay Dan and Marshall! So fun to keep seeing this unfold and the choices that are made and the wonderful creativity!
fasting and seeking
to hear with
new ears
fasting and seeking
to hear
anew
blessings
and lucky charms
clearing out the cobwebs
with silver
the river threads the years
together
mama’s recipe
for black-eyed peas
not just a southern thing
some vows
break easier than twigs
Dan Campbell
*
giving up the habits
I’ve given up
before
Very nice Laurie, the subtle contrast embedded in the “giving up” so well done.
some vows
break easier than twigs
Dan Campbell
*
changing his will
to reflect the current state
of family politics
*
changing his will
to keep peace
in the family
*
Your first verse made me smile, Laurie. The stories I’ve heard . . .
pulling hair
stuffed in a drain
last year’s colour
new year’s day
deleting the dead
from my contacts
opening
the curtains
to a new year
what new curiosities
come alive
outside these curtains
watching the world
take its first
baby step
a fresh year
to make new
creative mistakes
the pantone’s colour
for 2024
is peach fuzz
excellent new year’s montage wendy!
budgeting costs
for a year
still new
new year’s birthday
surprise a gift
in pink and purple
new date book and hopes
that routine appointments
stay that way
some vows
break easier than twigs
——-Dan Campbell
.
waves roll into the harbor
a dingy is tossed onto the rocks
. . . the year ahead
.
metallic blue swallows
swoop back and forth over the river
and the razor wire
revision:
metallic blue swallows
crisscross the river
high above the razor wire
Jonathan, this is beautiful. I love how the color works so well in the poem.
pity snowmen
who never
were boys
social calendar
whiter
than snow
These are great Dan. I love the imagery in the second one.
thank you dear madeleine, I appreciate it!
:)
quiet reflections
lighting a candle
for the world’s sorrow
the renewal of nature
continues regardless
of human intent
These are beautiful, Carolyn!
the first shopping day
buys for herself
every gift she gave
This is delightful, Wendy. It resonates! :)
snow storm
suddenly lulls into a green valley
on the tv screen
never never change
the way you look tonight
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qG2GB4QjkB4
(best version by far)
Have to agree, Rob. :) I got goose bumps, when I listened.
thank you for listening madeleine!
truly the most beautiful song ever written.
when composer Jerome Kerns first played
the melody for lyricist Dorothy Fields
in 1936, she couldn’t stop crying.
then the romantic lyrics she wrote
made the song twice as beautiful.
i cry whenever I play it.
PS: The Jaguars were a 1950s doowop group
from Los Angeles who never rose from
obscurity, but this rendition sung wonderfully
by leadman Sonny Chaney is a masterpiece.
Rob, I love the history behind this wonderful song. There is so much richness to it. It’s one of my girls favorite songs, too. :) That is very interesting about the Jaguars. I think their rendition completes it. Yes, I have heard different versions–this one is the best. I am looking forward to listening again and sharing it with my daughters!
never never change
the way
you look tonight
below pagey’s boathouse
fish no longer dart away
(inspired by master evetts)
below pagey’s boathouse
fish no longer
dart away
temple bells
ring out
carrying the old away
More context
temple bells
ring at midnight
carrying the old away
Beautiful poem Carolyn.
nieuwjaarsduik
braving the plunge
into the north sea
Marie Kondo
still getting lots of views
on YouTube
liz…yes, she’s a whiz at organization with great,
practical tips, videos and books with a spiritual foundation
holding on
to what gives me joy
the rest i donate
new calendar
with banjo
photos
10000
steps a day
no way
some vows
break easier than twigs
Dan Campbell
*
at last
cracking the spine
of War and Peace
*
some vows
break easier than twigs
Dan Campbell
*
the dragon
no sooner welcomed
than forgotten
*
i agree with wendy it’s like peace comes
when there’s no people around,
reminds me of starry starry night
just nature in solitude
another poem/painting
That’s it; and also that after all the inconsequential fuss we make of things, the river flows on sedately past where I live. Fulfilling its purpose independent of ‘vows.’
Thank you both.
keith…i find this one so romantic….though i know that is not what you are saying.
i can relate very well…with what i hear you are saying!
Congratulations Dan on the selection of your verse.
some vows
break easier than twigs
–Dan Campbell
making a to-do list
ends with cross off
“make list”
.
cleaning out closets
finds her lost
in memories
.
treat shelves
the most figure friendly
the more reachable
breaking
promise soon
it is made
gift of new T-shirt
returned
with cold looks
some vows
break easier than twigs
Dan Campbell
*
last year’s gingerbread men
limping
to the finish line
*
some vows
break easier than twigs
Dan Campbell
*
dumping the old bucket list
and starting
anew
*
last year’s gingerbread men
good as new
dunked in tea
*
pressing ink
to a fresh page
first calligraphy
this twelfth night
another performance
ruined by drunks
post-Christmas credit card bill
no wonder
it’s called Blue Monday
the priest snoring
during my yearly
confession
adding to my to do list
practice random acts
of kindness
what a nice surprise, best wishes for a fantastic 2024!
a new routine
my morning
meditation
a new routine
my nanosecond
meditations
Apropos dear Dan!
the repo man
first-footing it
across crisp snow
or, if snow is to be avoided, L3 could be
up the gravel drive
on the to-do list
entering birthdays
in the new calendar
after Burns night
I’ll never eat haggis
again
You don’t like haggis, Keith?
I look forward to Burns Night because I not only see o!d friends and dance the Gay Gordons, but for the haggis and the wee dram. I actually like haggis.
LOL. I had one once. I’ll stick with the wee dram!
TRADITIONAL HAGGIS
1 ox bung (the cleaned appendices), soaked for 4 hours and cleaned
1.4kg lamb’s pluck, (heart, lungs and liver)
500g of beef, or lamb trimmings or stewing steak
200g of suet
500g of oatmeal, (coarse)…..
Yeah, that sounds like some of the haggis recipes I have seen, Keith. I think the person who makes it for the group uses a traditional recipe, but less organ near and more ground beef.
Your favorite single malt?
I’m a sucker for Islays, especially Lagavulin on a cold evening.
You must like the peaty/smoky ones. I prefer the nutty taste of Glenlivet 12. I’m a lightweight though compared to my husband. He loves Balwinnie Doublewood, Keith. I’ll take a sip and savor it, but he really appreciates it.
some vows
break easier than twigs
Dan Campbell
*
I swear
that Grandpa cheats
at karuta
yoga class
returns
to the library
some vows
break easier than twigs
— Dan Campbell
hand-calligraphed
happy new year postcard
smudge and all
enmusubi
for his favorite teacher
anonymously
some vows
break easier than twigs
.
Dan Campbell
.
Congrats Dan!
.
I suppose that I’m the only one struggling the logic of this verse, in that – vows don’t break. Vows may be broken, but it seems unlikely that vows would break (seemingly of their own accord). Regardless, a nice addition to the renku.
pk….like love….logic may not always be at play with renku….remembering, it is a poetic choice/license of both poet and sabaki here. it is understandable…that there is frustration and confusion surrounding these type of picks…the way i see it….the writer is confronted with choices here….staying in the present, could appear to be the top choice. the sound of the wording is also a consideration.
a loose reasoning of….[if one can ‘take’ vows, ‘make’ vows…they can ‘break’ vows]…an undoing, or abusing, crossing of, stepping on, careless use of vows.
an alternate and more correct phrasing may not have sounded as aesthetic or looked as appealing.
campbell’s verse is reminiscent of the sound from a popular lullaby…
LOL!
“when the vows break… the marriage could fall”
hope you can sleep better now wearing this mindset.
It makes me think of snapping.
As in the the sound. Of the vows snapping in half and shattering on the floor
yes, exactly, carolyn!
a hollow sound from a twig snapping, a shallow vow
this year’s TV guide
has more old films
than ever
….
the UN
votes anew
for world peace
Excellent addition to the renku, Dan! And happy new year to all.
some vows
break easier than twigs
——-Dan Campbell
.
on the clothesline
newly mended jeans
flap in a chilly wind
.
a skinny blue heron
stares intently through the ice
on the koi pond
.
logs on the fire
crackle and snap
with good cheer
.
stiff north winds
finally toppled the ancient pine
that loggers couldn’t reach
some of the above needed editing, so
on the clothesline
her newly mended jeans
flap in the wind
.
a skinny blue heron
stares at koi swimming
under the ice
.
north winds
toppled the ancient pine
that loggers couldn’t reach
.
.
Great haiku, Dan.
dead when I find him,
I meet his sister
and the nephew who cared for him
in the forsythia thicket
buds half open
beer cans and chickadees
near the old graveyard
trees bare, stones crooked
the scent of onions
these are like vivid little paintings mary,
well done.
yes, mary…an interesting, painterly approach
between the twins’ births
auld lang syne
three strokes past midnight
pamela this entire one appeals to me….and with L3 i see a double meaning…don’t know if you intended it!
Pray tell, Wendy, what is the double entendre?
then you didn’t intend a double meaning.
should this one be the next verse in our
renku…i will certainly reveal it in my offerings.
looking for a silver lining
to strengthen my new year’s
black mask
adding Old Faithful
to the bucket list
before it dries up
I think Dan’s verse is perfection. Excellent choice and explanation, Marshall.
putting away
what’s left from
the holidays
the need
for recordkeeping
begins again
the teenage revival
of thin Barbie-like
bodies
Well done, Dan amigo.
the bakery’s
tarte fine aux poires
in early January
—
early in New Year
our eyes meet outside
the chocolate shop
18
stepping from the change room
in her prom gown
19
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
20
some vows
break easier than twigs
21/1
a bonfire
heartens folks’ souls
for the coming year
2
much obstruction
on the old railway cutting
but now we’re through
3
everyday’s tasks :
clearing the old clutter
make all things new
dear diary
sorry to start you off
with breaking news
Wendy, I empathize.
nice to hear, pamela….thank you
Congratulations, Dan …a marvelous verse! Marshall, thank-you for always choosing the perfect poem … and for another intriguing interpretation.
before day break
their first catch
of pilchards
(inspired by Buson)
edit because of ‘break’
nests full
of pilchards
as the sun rises
Great one, Dan! And Marshall, wonderful selection and remarks. Thanks to you both.
*
some vows
break easier than twigs
Dan Campbell
*
deja vu
all over again
with a new blank calendar
*
last year’s diary
almost as blank
as this year’s
*
reusing
the blank diary
from last year
**
I love these Laurie!
Nice one Dan, congratulations.
some vows
break easier than twigs
Dan Campbell
losing weight
without any effort
New Year’s vow
not enough gold
to fill-in the cracks
in this Kintsugi world
Beautiful!
glad you got it…pamela….thanks
just perfect
thanks, rob…or maybe just ‘imperfect’
exactly, lol!
that one fell right into my (cracked) plate.
Congratulations, Dan, and a great selection, Marshall!
+++
gift returns
well-intentioned
but ill-fitting
insistent chirps
a perfect day for cleaning
the bluebird house
brisk gusts
in the cul de sac
the new bikes
first-timers
outnumber the regulars
Meetup group
ice melting river flows
the crisp air in the morning
breakfast fish and soup
Hi Angel,
This is a beautiful poem and I love the imagery you conjured up in this season. I hope you don’t mind if I make a few suggestions. (Recently a friend gave me great advice on writing haiku, which has helped me tremendously. I hope I can do the same for you.) If I am not mistaken there is a minimum of two images in haiku, with no more than 17 syllables. (Although most haiku poems do have less than 17.) Correct me if I am wrong :)
I like that you have “breakfast of fish and soup” in the third line, as it is a delightful surprise.
There is so much that you can do with this poem.
For instance, you can take out half of the first line ( adding “flowing” instead of “flow”, although, a personal preference on my part. ) At the beginning of the second line, you can add the preposition “in” and take out “the” before “morning”, and add “of” in its place. You can use “meal” instead of “breakfast” in the third line, since “morning” is already in the second line. (These are all personal preferences again and only suggestions.) This is what you will have:
river flowing
in the crisp air of morning
a meal of fish and soup
There are more possibilities. :)
Angela, I hope that I have made some sort of sense. Most importantly, I hope you continue to have fun writing haiku.
Another possibility, Angel is to take out “river flows”, at the end of the first line, while leaving “ice melting” at the beginning of the same line. You can take out “in the crisp air of morning” in the second and replace it with” fish and soup”, putting “for breakfast” in the third line. This is what you will have:
ice melting in the river
fish and soup
for breakfast
Again, these are only suggestions. Your poem is absolutely delightful… I was thinking it could also work beautifully in tanka form. (There are a number of websites available to help with writing tanka poems.) I hope you continue to share your poetry here. :)
Angel and Madeleine, such wonderful images and relationships! I am so happy to learn with you.
Thank-you, Pamela…so lovely of you to say! Ditto :)
A pleasure to work with you! :)
* learn :)
Pamela and Angela, to tell you the truth, I still feel that I am a beginner in the art of haiku…I realize how fortunate I am for the learning opportunities provided in this unique forum. I feel privileged to be here with you both and fellow members of this poetry community. :)
Pamela and Angela, to tell you the truth, I still feel that I am a beginner in the art of haiku…I realize how fortunate I am for the learning opportunities provided in this unique forum…I am happy to be here with you all. :)
oops! Sorry about the repeat:/
Great work Dan I really liked this poem
dawn breaks
across the concrete blanket
on my legs
through the dust
her iphone’s glow
just out of reach
disaster dog
licks the blood
from a rescuer’s hands
Rob, these are poignantly beautiful.
thank you madeleine so kind of you.
these verses, rob, show a great sense of compassion, when we can’t physically be there to help…we can…mind travel and feel deeply the pain of others.
quite the compliment wendy–and coming from you, extra special.
well done dan and marshall, nice surprise!
my first chocolate
is faceless and
unlike its wrapper
tearing up
expired coupons
in threadbare coat
congrats dan! nicely done irony….and great pick marshall with ironic surprise
extra sweat
throughout January
at the gym
I wasn’t sure if New Year resolutions were not to be mentioned explicitly, or not even to be hinted at, Marshall.
marion
hi Marion -implicit is okay, but this one is too close to a ‘usual resolution’ to use here. But, thanks -Marshall