The Renku Sessions: Timber Smoke – Week 7
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.
So we have our link for verse 7. It is:
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
“Pollen” is a wonderful link to the previous verse’s “handprints and crumbs” as it could be the outline of these marks on the surface that has now in a figure/ground reversal become the subject of our renku’s motion.
The second line not only reinforces a positive ‘take’ on pollen -often viewed negatively by those of us with allergies – but is also a surprise: a human mediation which without plan, incidentally furthers a spontaneously spring activity of nature.
Normally, we can only sense pollen by scent when it is airborne but here it is stationary of itself but still in motion on the bicycle and visible. A signal of this spring, but a catalyst for many springs to come.
I wanted “bicycle bells” for the added complexity and the possible sonority as we leave the stately first 6 verses and move into the development and improvisational phase of our renku. The bells may be quiet or they may be ringing out a caution, but their sounds are a very welcome announcement that “Spring is here.” Further there is a secondary meaning, in that the bells being rung may actually cause some of the pollen to shift or ‘lift off’ of this happy device with its welcome sounds.
So, what we need now is 2 lines in the seasonality of spring without mention of flowers or blossoms
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
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triangles of colour
streaming in the wind
hopping from branch to branch
nest building magpies
magpies build nests
scattering twigs on the ground
on the river sandbar
children chase sparrows
nanny watches the children
swing in the park
at dinner we eat white fish
and sweet potatoes
mowing around
a new bird’s nest
suddenly sweaters
are too itchy
eyes wander from the teacher
to the windows
blades of grass pop up
through the snowmelt
new bulbs in the incubator
warm the chicks
abandoned railroad tunnel
still exhaling winter
the smile of hills
spreading my lip balm
Very lovely poems, Wendy:)
thank you, madeleine,
such fun and creativity in this group activity!
Yes, a lot of fun:)!
persephone returns
the earth begins to warm
*I’m sorry about all the changing:/
persephone returns to her mother
the earth revives
persephone returns
restoring nature
persephone returns with six seeds
livening the earth
persephone returns the first month
to revive the world
persephone returns the first month
reviving the world
persephone returns
with pomegranates
persephone returns to earth
with pomegranates
persephone returns to earth
with six pomegranates
Congrats Laurie!
.
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
.
the moo of a glacier
in the left ear
update:
bee strike pending
a few sticky points to settle
snow’s off the strip
fuel-injected stingray’s still boss
the sound of wind
wiping winter from my ears
empty wasp nests become
mausoleums for the wind
horse-drawn plow
opens the fields throat
zephyr breezes
tickle children’s cheeks
For fun-
the ides of march
murdered winter 😉
months after Davos
and still no progress
a squall sings scat
to brushes on a hi-hat
sunny periods
of skylark song
butterflies flock
to the yellow front door
bumblebees somewhow
never sneeze
across the golf course
Canada geese are returning
a lizard basks in the sun
on the pation wall
a copper pheasant struts
along the log, rail fence
sunlit ripples on the canal
pink jeans and laughter
all night cats in love
chase away our sweet dreams
a robin builds her nest
in the privet hedge
Congratulations, Laurie, on a lovely verse! Thanks, Marshall!
My offers:
the blue butterfly
takes off
into oblivion
***
taking it’s turn
a skylark
settles down
***
the string
of a child’s gas balloon
gives way
an eagle feeding his chicks
in a high oak aerie
let yourself be unfettered
dance in the spring rain
black swift aerials
in waterfall mist
tree arms
sprout emerald gauze
bees on strike
wear BEEHIVES MATTER tee-shirts
where have all
the bumblebees gone
several bees cross
the picket line
most of the bees
carry picket signs
bees want lower fences
and longer stingers
Queen bees they just
wanna have fun
male bees they just
wanna be left alone
striking worker bees
want their Sundays off
union bees fight for
less days and less f—-rs
fed up with the fake flowers
hummers and bees strike
allergic bees
take seasonal jobs
hiveless bees
sleep on the streets
correction to individual dash/no shift key needed:
union bees fight for
less days and less f—-rs
union bees ask for more
f – – – – rs and less dead heads
Wendy, you are the bee’s knees!
Addendum: everyone here is the bee’s knees!
under the bonnet
on the haiku poet’s head
a buzzing bee
Or:
under her springtime bonnet
a buzzing bee
🙂
Addendum: everyone here is the bee’s knees!
my ditto’s on this, too pamela
such a big buzz, coming from the Queen of all Queens…thank you!
tadpoles swarm the edge
of the shallow farm pond
newly born chicks peek out
from under wings
– Betty Shropshire
on equinox morning
we know longer days are here
three little kittens play
follow the leader
.
baseball hopefuls practice
catching grounders
.
little league ball players
snagging grounders
a black crowned heron building nests
in the city street
a night heron builds her nest
on a tree in the city
* a redo
black crowned herons building nests
on a city tree
*oops another redo
It’s a joy to read all these wonderful poems
springtime arriving late
to his own funeral
springtime showing up late
to his own funeral
short skirts cause
most of my bike wrecks
waving to a cloud
that resembles my lost dog
singing bootcamp blues
while marching through rivers
bootcamp bugle notes
drowning out birdsongs
up and down at my window
this time it wasn’t for nectar
more and more breaths
in this renku season
at my window flustered
this time it wasn’t for nectar
better:
recycling the patio light nest
her shine a little greener
upgrading the patio light nest
her shine a little greener
a few village lasses
try out round the maypole
a patch of grass left
where the skylark nests
fertility rites
observed in the penthouse
spring light
in the canvas of autumn
the fragrance of earth
in the air i inhale
spring rainbow
in a newly knitted scarf
pondfrogbeegone
soundsof911ringy-dingys
(nods to Lily Tomlin)
oh my oopsy slip:
(nods to Matsuo Bashō and Lily Tomlin)
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
pondfroggone
soundsof911ringy-dingys
(nods to Lily Tomlin)
rotifers come back to life
unseen in brimming gutters
the barn beams
alive with blue swallows
lambs playing leapfrog
the live-long day
hawks dotted
high on a thermal
Shanks’s pony
has a foal!
the fierce beaks
of nesting magpies
the warning call
near a magpie’s nest
black snow piled high
by the picnic area
the rhythm of rain
on a tin roof barn
rainbow
in a raindrop
still enjoy riding ‘
my bike through puddles
not only pigs
enjoy rolling in mud
golf balls
don’t float
tossing his last dime
into the wishing well
a welcoming haiku
for a ringtone
dog barks up
the right tree April fool
planting seeds
in the tracks of a turtle
the road less traveled
on google maps
raisons du retard
arrive early for class
a wobbly walk
hides behind her cane
horse flies in the cattle
barn swarm around warm dung
green contortionist
every which way it grows
flying squirrels gathering
nuts from the oak trees
far and near
a cuckoo
Not too sure this would be too close to Betty’s, verse 4?
the viewers admire
Mr Gavin’s scallions
earth scent rises from
furrowed fields
earth scent rises
furrowed rows crest from plow
first night of lyrids
streaking a blackboard sky
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
***
her balloon dress
from puddle to puddle
***
a hint of Vivaldi
in the punch
***
unboxing a bench press
in the solarium
***
spoons on glasses
for our first al fresco kiss
***
the da and night frog croaks
from the near by wetland
tadpoles begin
to feel their feet
froglets gaze
across the pond
housewarming
amidst the chattering parrots
basking under
a spick and span saffron sky
the scent of blooms
in the spring rain
the crouched cat
and me in open pranayama
a nest of mice
in the hay loft
corrected verse:
a red squirrel glides along the fence
presenting her new pups
a red squirrel glides along the fence
flaunting her new pups
Congrats Laurie on still another fine verse!
a sad prince
remembering his tadpole days
his serenades have replaced
croaks on beautiful nights
the frog-prince still hops
to the pond when nobody’s watching
very lovely!
snail trails crisscross
the drystone wall
the boy’s dragonfly kite
beyond the line of trees
robin red breast
sings with all his heart from the willow tree
the spotted sandpiper
skipping along the pleasant shore
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
— Laurie Greer
train tickets
for Carnival in Venice
**
first afternoons
weeding the garden
**
Laurie, thanks again for these uplifting & warm weather verses.
hills bathed in early light
he sets off humming to himself
my (un)holy week
pedalling the church organ
blessing the baby
that sneezes in the font
gonna need a bigger basket
for these easter eggs
spilling the beans
as she tills
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
*
the bright coloured masks
of Mardi Gras
no baby-talk
in the new mother’s kitchen
thank you, patrick….lol!!!!
three hundred blown cruel cakes
had you been born April first
steers Father’s shoulders
towards Carnival feathers
pause at the comma
soliloquizing a sky
Congratulations Lori, this is such a charming verse and perfect link for our renku!
honey toast cooling in the early light
of the open window
honey toast buzzing
fresh out of the oven
fingers from a faraway sky
tuck in terrace gardens
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
how cliche to wander the cobblestone streets
of Paris in April
.
Edit:
how cliche to wander cobblestone streets
of Paris in April
Laurie, it is a delight to have my verse linked to your beautiful verse! Marshal, thank you for this fun adventure and your many insights and wonderful teaching moments! Pamela
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
(Laurie Greer)
interpreting with her hands
the trill of the clutch
the warbler trilling
about the clutch
blowing Play Day bubbles
out into the rain
a newly hatched python
threads the water lilies
a handful of koi pellets
across an orange-streaked pond
the hiss of a water snake
warning me from a cleft
dots and dashes
across the lifeboats
a newly hatched python
threads the water lilies
Wow! This is so visual (even though I’ve never seen a snake in the wild)
thank you Marion!
Congratulations Laurie on your alliterative verse.
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
walking under an umbrella
toward le Louvre
.
school girls running
through warm showers
Grandpa’s broken Yiddish
grazes the Seder plate
quaint and beautiful laurie, keep it up marshall, thanks to both of you.
nine billion stars
powder the gazebo
first night of carnival
cash registers already full
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
a retired bee rests
between honey jars
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
a butterfly with no name
spoke to me in wings
a forehead smudge
draws a double take
Good Friday spent
tugging on sap spiles
Wonderful, Laurie! 🙂
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
*****
off key chattering
of baby birds
the dawn chorus
heralding the new day
queen bee
emerging from her sleep
tap tap tap
the drumming of the woodpecker
flying back
to a toppled nest
sunrise
revealing the trees in leaf
a flight of swallows
brush the sky
baby birds
chattering off key
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
[ Nice one ! ]
free anti-histamines
sprout on park railings
lambs hitch to the ball
in the spring-washed scooter-free
jumping up on car springs
as clever as all get out
What a wonderful surprise! Two of them, actually. Thanks, Marshall, for seeing the potential in my offering and for improving on what I sent. “Bell” is much more interesting and vital than “helmet.” I love this collaborative project.
Thanks, Laurie. What a relief! I kept going back to your links to see if you replied to my messed-up replies and just hoped you would prefer as i did the ‘bicycle bells’ to the ‘helmet’.
All moving ahead now
Thanks again, Laurie -Marshall
Marvelous, Laurie and Marshall!
Congratulations, Laurie!
three tiffany blue
eggs in a nest
Edit:
tiny tiffany blue eggs
spied through binoculars
hi Eavonka – i like this submission but think it reads like a broken one-liner -and, i think we’d see the blue first before counting the number of eggs. Also, since we already had a “one by one” in the second verse, i’d rather use the numeral for the quantity and have this one read: the tiffany blue
of 3 eggs in a nest
I hope you can accept this for our verse 8
Thanks very much -Marshall
Oh my gosh, I would be honored, Marshall! In fact, my own edit was because I didn’t think the number sounded right where I had it.
I found a perfect photo for this on Wikipedia 🙂 This is the American Robin egg.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_egg_blue#/media/File:American_Robin_Eggs_in_Nest.jpg
a wonderful creative, combo of Laurie’s two verses, Marshall!
Congrat’s Laurie….a doubly powerful douse of dealing with global warming
issues….both the bike riding and the sparsity of bees.
though it wasn’t the time for it…..
still, thinking that Marshall was going to use this as a perfect lead in to our love section, the idea…of the bike’s bells and how i see the dispensing of pollen from the bells, (i was so anticipating that i began writing love offerings) LOL! flexibly, moving on:
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
a blind busker’s song
circling the rims of his glasses
Congratulations, Laurie. Your verse has a carefree happiness to it, a delight to read.
This could be children playing on their cycles unaware of their freeloading and unnoticed passengers. Well done.
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
crocus stems breakout
on the county hall lawn
Robert Kingston
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
in unison with
croaking frogs