The Renku Sessions: Timber Smoke – Week 22
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.
Our second New Year’s link is:
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
Links by mimicry; the “off-tune singing” mirroring in sound the “smudge and all’ of the verse previous. A shift, mind you, in that we are turned from a present reception to recollection of an event that is in past. The conversational diction is the perfect tone for adding humour to our renku, that up til now has been steadfastly on the serious side. And a self-deprecating humour at that. A light-hearted relay of cheerful energy through a brief seasonality.
Thank-you, Biswajit Mishra
So let’s keep the energy light and lively and move into the realm of fantasy and imagination and even the metaphysical for 3 lines. No need to reference Surrealisme, be the Surrealiste —
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
hand-calligraphed
happy new year postcard
smudge and all
Pamela Garry
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
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collecting fast
half wet clothes
threat of rain
an angel’s nod
from a license plate
the dream-weaver shifts gears
the wormhole
at the bottom
of a bottle
the high frequency
screeching
of a migou
drunk
insisting I’m from
the future
seeking the void
inside my eyelids
to no avail
a Mobius strip
to an alternate universe
and back
a Mobius strip
to an alternate
universe
at first
we all mocked
the ouija board
memories of childhood
thinking funny books
laughing the page master
with my own wings
the city lights
are just twinkling dots
in glooming trees
a fleeting movement
shape-shifter
Edit…
in glooming twilight
a fleeting movement
shape-shifter
somewhere in nigeria
the ark of the covenant
open
scything the cornfields
death’s arm tire
as the world nears its end
deep under manhattan
ancient secrets
stir awake
spirit set free
from an african mask
a wash of gratitude
attic ghost
thinks dropping refrigerators
is funny
attic ghost
drops another refrigerator
and thinks it’s funny
stove-top spill
dries up
the face of the former owner
holding this old beaded bag
i speak in a tongue
unknown to me
chills up my spine no sleep tonight
a welcome mat
on the other side
of my third eye door
random books slide
out of shelves in-sync
with Ravi’s sitar
the dull olive rug
now alternates colour
with pulsating blooms
to listen to the best imho sitar:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRqf_tsvoDA&list=OLAK5uy_nvQlvAU3MUPynFPRMrtlZAIywCwBdobLs
rusty key
under the doormat
unlocks my imagination
imagination lives forever
burying itself
in the sandbox
i’m talkin’ here
move over
AI
soup du jour
i empty the Taj Mahal’s
reflection
i wet the bed
in the dream
my water breaks
These are so wow
!sknaht, bor
Ditto- WOW! so happy you are back.
thanks, pamela, back and making up for being away
fingerprints
on the crystal ball
a cloudy future
hitting the high e
brings a salute
from pagey’s bow
the aware machine
releases a single
replicating cell
their design
of the inner self
still human
slowly
we are replacing ourselves
with AI
the quantum supercomputer
ran 4 billion years
in less than a second
radio warning
that nuclear war
has begun
streaming
the nuclear war
will begin shortly
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
just right to move us on, biswajit and marshall!
thank you both
windy day
trees swimming
through currents of air
Not sure if that is surreal enough!
it works nicely for me….melissa
what i see
in the whoosh
of a pond
headed toward Sun
origami Pegasus
shifting Earth’s tilt
can’t get more trippy than that
ditto!
be aware
the power
of pamela’s origami
the peculiarity
of grandma’s
curiosity cabinet
painting about
nothing
well done Mark!
a free room
but the air guitar
gets parked outside
lol- air guitar! And I relate to the dogs becoming puppies. Especially when the binoculars are blended bifocals. Good to have you back!
glad you get them….so perceptive…pamela
wins the belly laugh award!
thanks. rob….i wear it proudly, coming from you!
and what is
the sound
of your belly laugh
i slip-up
these binoculars
and the dogs are puppies
slightly shy
of purple tulle
for elephant’s tutu
(dedicated to princess k’s elephant)
and Tracy Davidson’s ‘pink elephant’
congrats! this made me laugh for the first time reading. thank you for your light and humble verse, Biswajit Mishra….and a fun pick, Marshall…for our renku!
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
.
Biswajit Mishra
a paper doll chain
changing direction
with each verse
rooted deep in earth
our ancient blood stirs
gaia whispers
full of ancient mystery
the golden-lined
wings of a drongo
taking off
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
*
popping into
a Peter Pan
pop-up book
Finally…..
records smashed
as snail runs
three minute mile
waking to
squirrels burying nuts
in my duvet
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
*
the grand opening
of his memory palace
to tourists
*
a crowd of tourists
agog
at his memory palace
*
dancing
through the years
in his memory palace
*
trees dance in the rain
to a chorus line
of squirrels
a blackbird tapping —
smiles and thanks me for
the seed
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
——-Biswajit Mishra
.
begin by painting
the lovers
in technicolor
.
doctor alzheimer
waits on a deserted street
of endless columns
.
last year at marienbad
do you recall when we met
in the shadows
making a bet
with fanduel
on pooh sticks
placing a bet
with fanduel
on pooh sticks
draining
the water tanks
to fill up the frog pond
the ringing cedar
calling
from the woods
hip hop dancers
on the green
at the twilight market
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
.
Biswajit Mishra
*
the piano
has been drinking
not me
(Tom Waits)
the standup comic
laid up
with autoimmunity
Congrats Biswajit – a perfect verse!
.
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
.
Biswajit Mishra
.
.
any ol’ barstool
for the elephants
in the red-light district
.
the elephant
cracking peanuts
and jokes
.
the elephant
drunk enough
to twerk
.
pouring one out
for the ant
dead-lifting the elephant
.
the elephant
you can’t beat him
in a water-gun battle
.
heel
then toe
the elephant takes off the closet
.
the elephant’s eye
quietly
filling the room
.
intelligent
it almost rhymes
with elephant
.
the elephant
his reputation as a sniffer
self-evident
.
eight miles high
the elephant
exhales
.
the elephant
flaps its ears
rain in spain
These are beautiful, princess k. I particularly love the water gun battle! :)
RV backfires
at the wild horse auction
a butterfly
here at
the Great Unconformity
unraveling
A lovely, fun and relatable verse, Biswajit. Thanks, Marshall for the selections and guidance.
My two offers:
waking dad
to welcome a lion
at the porch
***
a green orb
on the sofa’s hollow
in every photo
***
orb–so spooky!
visiting relative
i thought the same thing as rob….when i read it, amoolya!
Your second verse is great, Amoolya, the ultimate photobomber.
leaving
with one crab claw
shorter than the other
Mercury flits about
as Bacchus pores over
the guest list
a breath
and then
the other cardinal
yes in summer
birds sing in the dark
but now it snows
Love this one Patrick. I hear the silence of nighttime snow.
my bones are full of
earth’s humus the
dead speak thru my eyes
listen to the dark dead
the murmur in the
recesses of your mind
the sun’s dark tongue
laps the atoms
of my being
in awe of the metaphysical power of these
Thanks Rob!
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
*
the readymade lesson
that art is in the eye
of the beholder
*
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
*
that ghost of a smile
where he paints
the mustache
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
*
Mona Lisa stifles
a sneeze while he paints
the mustache
*
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
*
Schrodinger’s Humpty Dumpty
is always together
and always apart
*
or, maybe appropriately with a break:
*
always together
and always apart–
Schrodinger’s Humpty Dumpty
*
Excellent verse, Biswajit, made me smile when I read it. Many of us have been to a party such as this :)
dry January
hypnotized by rain shapes
on the window
Very nice, Biswajit. Made me think of parties that are unforgettable, even if having a few extra glasses of champagne makes you forget parts of the evening.
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
-Biswajit Mishra
at the office
day dreaming of quitting
my day job
Pablo Picasso
on the toilet
at the college museum
on cloud 9
with Feng Shui
in high school
making love
with Feng Shui
in Vermeer’s studio
X marks
where long buried
treasure lies
walking in mist
pretending
to be a cloud
an explosion
of poetry
in the red sea
Grandma Moses
selling girl-scout cookies
door-to-door
Grandma Moses
painting girl scout cookies
door-to-door
the golden snitch
flies lickety split
past the crowd
correcting:
the golden snitch
flies lickety-split
past the crowd
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
*
standing back to watch
the saints march
in the stained-glass window
January snow
one bird
still in bush
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
*
imaginary friends
chiming in
on the family chat
*
new glasses can
see spoken words
and detect lies
people in clown suits
keep bullhorning
bullshit to the masses
a brave new world
is now
hijacked by false words
the headless horseman
unable
to join in
he asks
if I were a muse
for Picasso
pink elephants
pirouette
on tippy-toes
I love these Tracy!
autopsy
on the tip of our tongues
at the pizza party
a torn kite
fights hard losing battle
in mid air
2_nail cutter cute
pierces nail and skin
its own way
an incubus
by any other
metaphor
adjusting
the tremolo to
match the reverb
a nightingale
puts in its whole
heart and soul
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
finding the black keys
in a box of folderol
mufflers become cloud
hard to forget the party
and my off- tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
pilfered air
a scallywag goes glottal
with a gargle
eyes watching from trees
the bark reaches out
and sucks him in
I rolled over in bed
and met the demon eyes
of my beloved
the musical notes rose
in a glass sheet
and shattered his heart
Henri Matisse
flat-out
with nude dancers overhead
Henri Matisse
flat-out
nudes dancing overhead
Carolyn, I especially LOVE the demon eyes of my beloved!!!!!!!!
Hee Hee…. thanks!
Jackson Pollock
painting in the clouds
at twilight
Jackson Pollock
ticketed for littering
at twilight
Congratulations, Biswajit, on your verse. I resemble that as I sing in the key of Off. Well done.
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
the unicorn accepts
the invitation
to the mad hatter’s tea
some vows
break easier than twigs
hand-calligraphed
happy new year postcard
smudge and all
22
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
23/1
the next morning
he jumped out of the window
fresh as a daisy
/2
quite flabbergasted
when the folk-song czar
offered me a contract
/3
Happy Days !
as all the gutters sparkled
and the moon shone blue
A welcome addition, Biswajit, congratulations!
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
——-Biswajit Mishra
.
a tik tokking clock
melts
into the tarmac
.
karaoke candidates
queue up
around the block
Congratulations, Biswajit Mishra. A fine link!
+++
a Cubist and
Dadaist ambulate into
an imaginary bar
Alice kicks
right wingers out of
the rabbit hole
Peter Pan plays
make believe with the
Angel of Death
the Owl and
the Pussy-Cat file
for divorce
one hand claps
and a tree fallen in the
woods stands up
What a delightfully tonal shift, Baswajit and Marshall.
origami cranes
take flight and soar
with the winds
Eavonka, every time I read this, I love it!
Aww, I just saw your reply, Pamela. Thank you so much!
840 lumens
as far as I
can see
Biswajit and Marshall, a beautiful evolution!
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
— Biswajit Mishra
the croaking frog
in the bubble bath
as the water runs out
The shriveled toad
in the bubble bath
As the water runs out
:) So cute, Pamela!
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
*
dreams of a circus life
in his made-up
eyes
*
running after his fright wig
all the way
to the circus
*
Congratulations, Biswajit! A fun verse, indeed. Thanks, Marshall, for the challenge to keep things light.
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hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
*
making his mantra
plays well
with others
*
dizzily calling
for yet
one more round
*
quick on the uptake
with an endless string
of Tom Swifties
*
Marvelous addition, Biswajit and Marshall! Congratulations!
two robin red breasts
dance under a shower
of thin sunshine
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
the stag’s antlers
twined in forsythia
he pauses and bows
Congratulations, Biswajit. Thank-you for your delightful poem filled with humor, needed especially at this time of year. It made me chuckle! Thank-you Marshall for choosing another perfect one! Thank-you to everyone for making this a great place to create fabulous haiku each week, lighting up our lives!
hard to forget the party
and my off-tune singing
Biswajit Mishra
It offers
sumptuous cocktails
and stylish toilets
burping the alphabet
from a to z
and back