A couple of weeks ago I had an elaborate post about the poetic form kasen renku, and mentioned that my two writing buddies and I were embarking on an attempt to create one. Well, here it is. I don't know how "good" it is—i.e., adhering to the rules, flowing, wabi-sabi—but I do know that the moon and blossoms got inserted at the appropriate spots, and I think people we miss waft up throughout. It was a joy to look each day for our GoogleDrive document, see what had been added, ruminate on the very different, and yet at the same time similarly striving, lives each of us three lives. Appreciation! Celebration! I love our little howler pack. (The stanzas here go SL, AC, KSR, ... I would include the designators, but lining things up in HTML is crazymaking.)
It has no title. Yet.
setting sun weaves
orange, pink into blue sky
blanket for chilled night
a tapestry of birdsound
fills the morning gloom
under the rainbow
she drives for vaccination
upcoming travel
giant heron wades in river
peeks at paddling
gutter drips after rain
each plop
sparkling in the moonlight
waking her heavy from sleep
sore arm preventing any more
contented snores from
the hospital bed, even
exhales, inhales, rest
rumpled sheets
long orange cat
cumulus clouds lit
within, some glow, some glare
puddle reflections
hummingbird rests
beak points to gray sky
climbing the Eiffel Tower—
the Seine a silver ribbon
through prickly humanity
rust patinas metal
heating in noonday sun
waxing crescent with
earthshine, a footprint of our
light cast on the moon
three pairs of boots and a saw
lay the fallen redwood to rest
and you, father, rest
on a brutal hoarfrost day
deer-guards raise their heads
tender heart watches
cold strange world
old hand, veined and knobby
inspects child’s palm
for ancient lotus wisdom
mysterious winds cyclone
dry leaves and limbs in the air
grown daughter reassures dad
jet engine drones
What?
I’ll tell you later.
What?
the luxury of three seats
on a transatlantic flight
shama pair sing-song
in iridescent dress
then cat stalks by
circle on a riverbed rock
cat naps in sun
round mirror reflects
flickering candlelight
shrouded in silence
palm fronds ripping in the wind
another system leaving detritus
red niners jerseys
roller bags
gray clouds
white dog peeks around corner
white dog surveys the street
in the dark in the rain
change of wind brings
a few foreign leaves into
the garage; welcome
the last leaf waves
flexes endurance
tireless, the moon pulls
the ocean, long waves
of liquid energy
big ‘ol male turtle basking on beach
one eye slowly closes
sun insists it’s still with us,
gives warmth, light,
hold on Spring is on its way
the treefrogs yell up a racket
delighted by the rain
finally blue skies
just in time for downy chicks
hatching from mōlí eggs
bridges stretch from Kentucky to
Indiana from Ohio River to gray sky
by the echoing footbridge
two frilly blossoms
promise sweet blackberry juice
morning tea disrupted by night
ginger perfuming thoughts of day
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