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GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – BARREL OF MONKEYS

July 27 – In the children’s game “Barrel of Monkeys” you tried to link the arms of the monkeys to make a chain. Following the linking exercise of yesterday, we continue Haiku style.

We will link haiku together (renga). I will offer a start below. You will continue the chain, or you can start a new chain at any time. If you choose to continue a chain, you must include the previous section that you are linking to. Include at the bottom a reference  to who had contributed to the chain so when the “last link” is added the chain will be complete, and the combined authors will get recognition. The last contributor will get to title the renga. A current chain will be very obvious from that aspect. A new beginning will stand on its own as well. These are always a lot of fun. So join hands and play along! (But leave the Kumbaya at the campfire!)

A beginning:

morning arises
offering hope for the day
new awakenings

STAYING ON THE TRAIL

July 26 – THREE-LEGGED RACE

July 25 – AT YOUR SERVICE

July 24 – IT’S RAINING AGAIN (OUTSIDE)

July 23 – YOUR AREA ADVENTURES

July 22 – CAMP DANCE; SUMMER ROMANCE

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37 thoughts on “GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – BARREL OF MONKEYS

  1. Wm Preston on said:

    morning arises
    offering hope for the day
    new awakenings

    sunlight surmounts hills
    sending shadows scurrying
    birds begin to sing

    NB: link added to beginning by Walt Wojtanik

  2. sunlight surmounts hills (Walt W)
    sending shadows scurrying
    birds begin to sing

    happiness creeps in –
    a perfect start to the day
    positive thinking. (Viv B)

  3. happiness creeps in –
    a perfect start to the day
    positive thinking. (Viv B)

    white clouds assemble
    and take their sky positions
    close to the sun’s warmth (Sal B.)

  4. RJ Clarken on said:

    white clouds assemble
    and take their sky positions
    close to the sun’s warmth (Sal B.)

    bright rays streak through
    cirrus wisps like the brush strokes
    made by Constable (RJ)

  5. William Preston on said:

    bright rays streak through
    cirrus wisps like the brush strokes
    made by Constable (RJ)

    sunbeams spot the land
    in dapple-dancer patterns
    flowers answer back (WP)

  6. connielpeters on said:

    sunbeams spot the land
    in dapple-dancer patterns
    flowers answer back (WP)

    Bugs scuttle, scurry
    Whirring, fluttering, buzzing
    Enjoying the rays (CP)

  7. Whirring, fluttering
    scurrying bugs
    fall down dead
    rays are poison(CP)

    Flowers use foul language
    Fowels object.(MV)

  8. Darlene Franklin on said:

    Bugs scuttle, scurry
    Whirring, fluttering, buzzing
    Enjoying the rays (CP)

    Cats chase butterflies
    Standing, catching, relaxing
    Curled under the sun (DF)

  9. Cats chase butterflies
    Standing, catching, relaxing
    Curled under the sun (DF)

    Sunlight flickers, slants
    birds feed on dusk, flying home
    the sky’s pink throat yawns

  10. Sunlight flickers, slants
    birds feed on dusk, flying home
    the sky’s pink throat yawns (JS)

    Eventide deepens
    moon flowers glow in the dark
    perfumes the long night

  11. Sunlight flickers, slants
    birds feed on dusk, flying home
    the sky’s pink throat yawns, (JS)

    sips last golden rays –
    canopy gives way to night,
    blue hue holds pale moon. (HG)

  12. Sunlight flickers, slants
    birds feed on dusk, flying home
    the sky’s pink throat yawns, (JS)

    sips last golden rays –
    canopy gives way to night,
    blue hue holds pale moon. (HG)

    Eventide deepens
    moon flowers glow in the dark
    perfumes the long night (DS)

    Would this be okay? Only because I specifically played off of Jane’s last few words.

    • That fits very nicely, Hannah. I love it!

      • Oh, good!! I’m glad you like it, Debi, thank you!

        I love the way yours fits in as well…moon flowers has me intrigued! Are those real or imagined?! Very cool.

        I don’t know if your haiku will be the last…if it was it would be really neat because Walt’s first word is morning and your last word is night.

        It made me think of Full Circle as a suggestion for a title or something similar…just thinking out loud and needed a title for my daily post 😉

        What fun this renga is!

  13. Morning arises
    offering hope for the day
    new awakenings (WW)

    sunlight surmounts hills
    sending shadows scurrying
    birds begin to sing (WP)

    happiness creeps in–
    a perfect start to the day
    positive thinking (VB)

    offerings this day
    in malachite, azurite
    seawater brilliance (HC)

    white clouds assemble
    and take their sky positions
    close to the sun’s warmth (SB)

    bright rays streak through
    cirrus wisps like the brush strokes
    made by Constable (RJ)

    sunbeams spot the land
    in dapple-dancer patterns
    flowers answer back (WP)

    Bugs scuttle, scurry
    Whirring, fluttering, buzzing
    Enjoying the rays (CP)

    Cats chase butterflies
    Standing, catching, relaxing
    Curled under the sun (DF)

    Sunlight flickers, slants
    birds feed on dusk, flying home
    the sky’s pink throat yawns, (JS)

    sips last golden rays –
    canopy gives way to night,
    blue hue holds pale moon. (HG)

    Eventide deepens
    moon flowers glow in the dark
    perfumes the long night (DS)

    This is the chain so far minus (MV) because her part confused me. Remedy that how you will, I suppose…hope you don’t mind me pulling these together, Walt. 🙂

    I didn’t do any grammatical tweaking…just the words copy/pasted.

    I like how this begins in the morning and ends (?) at night.

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  15. Priti on said:

    Beautiful chain of pearls–
    Adding on to Hannah’s string–

    Guardian of dark night
    Patrolling indigo streets
    Watching over me

  16. morning arises
    offering hope for the day
    new awakenings (Walt)

    rose petals brush away dew
    golden finch splashes in bath (Sara)

  17. The haiku/couplet sequence is the traditional form for a renga – I’d forgotten that when I did mine.

  18. morning arises
    offering hope for the day
    new awakenings (WW)

    Where are my glasses
    stupid cat on the night stand
    glasses on the floor (EJP)

    (Sorry, but everyone else was so serious)

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  20. I grabbed Hannah’s string and added Priti’s and my own. I don’t think I missed anyone.

    Morning arises
    offering hope for the day
    new awakenings (WW)

    sunlight surmounts hills
    sending shadows scurrying
    birds begin to sing (WP)

    happiness creeps in–
    a perfect start to the day
    positive thinking (VB)

    offerings this day
    in malachite, azurite
    seawater brilliance (HC)

    white clouds assemble
    and take their sky positions
    close to the sun’s warmth (SB)

    bright rays streak through
    cirrus wisps like the brush strokes
    made by Constable (RJ)

    sunbeams spot the land
    in dapple-dancer patterns
    flowers answer back (WP)

    Bugs scuttle, scurry
    Whirring, fluttering, buzzing
    Enjoying the rays (CP)

    Cats chase butterflies
    Standing, catching, relaxing
    Curled under the sun (DF)

    Sunlight flickers, slants
    birds feed on dusk, flying home
    the sky’s pink throat yawns, (JS)

    sips last golden rays –
    canopy gives way to night,
    blue hue holds pale moon. (HG)

    Eventide deepens
    moon flowers glow in the dark
    perfumes the long night (DS)

    Guardian of dark night
    Patrolling indigo streets
    Watching over me(Priti)

    Morpheus hold us
    the moon dances under the
    disco ball of stars (MH)

  21. I think that turned out wonderfully well everyone. Great prompt Walt!

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  23. From Charlotte’s View

    I didn’t want to come here
    but I was told I had to go.
    The first week I lived in fear
    of buzzing bees, and cawing crows.

    I learned to swim in the icy lake,
    and won the Grand Cook-off.
    I met a boy named Cody Blake,
    a dream in denim cutoffs.

    Most of the girls were really nice
    once I got to know them.
    No one caught dreaded head lice,
    and one day I wrote a po-em.

    Now it’s time for me to leave,
    I’ll miss you all, and my pet frog.
    Cody, I wear my heart on my sleeve,
    until next year, or on my blog.

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