write time to renga

A challenge to write Renga With Richard Wright: given six haiku, choose your own line-up and add your two-lined stanzas. (Richard’s original haiku in regular type, italic lines are my response stanzas.)


 

Make up your mind, Snail!
You are half inside your house,
And halfway out!

indecisive character
slugs reluctantly forward

I am nobody:
A red sinking autumn sun
Took my name away.

identity lost in awe
of sky’s changing expanse

Keep straight down this block,
Then turn right where you will find
A peach tree blooming.

remember, somewhere is spring;
hope’s sweet promises renew

One magnolia
Landed upon another
In the dew-wet grass.

end of summer, last blossoms
reveal time’s passing beauty

All right, You Sparrows;
The sun has set and you can now
Stop your chattering!

settle, winter is coming;
seasons advance through harvest

You moths must leave now;
I am turning out the light
And going to sleep.

body desires peaceful rest;
premonition of death’s kiss

 

© Richard WrightThis+Other+World+by+Richard+Wright

© lynn

seasoned habitat

A “fusion” haiku for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s Crossroads Challenge…

 

a strange flower
for birds and butterflies
the autumn sky

© Basho

the pheasant cries
as if it just noticed
the mountain

© Issa

 

autumn on mountain

butterflies and flowers gone

pheasant’s golden cry

 

© lynn

 

 

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rural commute

Late to join the “journey” prompt at dVerse this week…thanks to our host, Sarah!


 

living rural still
requires frequent
road trips to town…
for needed groceries,
machinery parts,
or church events.

carefully back out of
narrow garage door
and swing out in arc
avoiding any randomly
parked ATVs, pickup or
farm machinery on yard

past garden and cattle
white-fenced driveway
turn on gravel road until
first crossroad where
choice is made: which
route to which town?

on a blacktop, pass
farms and acreages
of neighbors we know
signs of seasons and
progression of crops
odors of hog barns

past research farms
or busy cheese factory
slow down for yellow
school bus, red tractor
on road, wait at corner
for chromed semi-trucks

when “early” is a verb

 

when cows are mooing, hungry for hay

early me, early me, early the day

when love comes calling, sweetly we lay

early me, early me, early the day

when Spirit is whispering urge to pray

early me, early me, early the day

when open road beckons to journey away

early me, early me, early the day!

 

farmer’s dawn

 

awake before sun

constellations blinking bright

cows’ hungry eyes shine

 

testing…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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climate change

 

Ramblings of a Writer of a Writer poetry prompt using: climate/energy

 

sleep deprivation

changes climate of the mind

struggle to focus

crave sugar or caffeine boost

body lags for energy

 

 

voice of northern lights

Folk music of Iceland featured at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


 

 

undulating waves

over tundra, glacial stone

land of fire and ice

 

 

 

 

 

calligraphy serifs

Chèvre at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai challenges us to write “fusion troiku”: combine two classic haiku into one, then use for first lines of haiku series of three…


 

before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate
a moment

 

calligraphy of geese
against the sky—
the moon seals it

 

© Yosa Buson  (Tr. Robert Hass)

 

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scent of cut blossom —

moon, like white chrysanthemum,

pale against dark sky

© lynn__

 

scent of cut blossoms

wafts delicate from altar

…fresh bridal bouquet

 

moon, like a white mum,

blooms full at summer solstice;

signs written in spheres

 

pale against dark sky

—revelations’ seven seals—

groom rides on white horse

 

 

 

who has ears to hear…

 

Hell may

assault ears with

unearthly shrieks of

self-condemned rebels

tortured by vicious demons,

an infernal crackling

of eternal fire,

but worse yet

will be the

echoing miseries of sin,

utter absence of love,

awful silence of God.

victorian love notes

 

my dear iris,

you left me with

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on my garden anemone

how can i trust your foxglove love?

offer me bluebells and ivy…

perhaps i shall arrange them in a
vase with fragrant yellow roses.

 

ah, sweet william,

now that i’ve returned

it is best to plant pansies
in the windowboxes

come away with me and
enjoy the lillies of the valley

let us climb the ripe plum tree!

 

 

 


In the Victorian era, flowers spoke secret messages. Sarah at dVerse poets explains the meanings of different blooms (as used in my poem). Say it with flowers!

man overboard, oyogi!

Oyogi, Japanese for “swimming”, prompt featured at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

father joined navy

Unknown
Anchors Away!

tells stories of sailors who

learned to swim at sea…

necessary life skill while

aboard aircraft carrier

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