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 24 – IT’S RAINING AGAIN (OUTSIDE)
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
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
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)
(Poems w/image: http://lettheballoonssailmeaway.wordpress.com)
morning arises
offering hope for the day
new awakenings
sunlight surmounts hills
sending shadows scurrying
birds begin to sing
happiness creeps in–
a perfect start to the day
positive thinking
offerings this day
in malachite, azurite
seawater brilliance
(haiku authors: Walt W., William P., Viv B., Hen C.)
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.)
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)
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)
sunbeams spot the land
in dapple-dancer patterns
flowers answer back (WP)
Bugs scuttle, scurry
Whirring, fluttering, buzzing
Enjoying the rays (CP)
Whirring, fluttering
scurrying bugs
fall down dead
rays are poison(CP)
Flowers use foul language
Fowels object.(MV)
Bugs scuttle, scurry
Whirring, fluttering, buzzing
Enjoying the rays (CP)
Cats chase butterflies
Standing, catching, relaxing
Curled under the sun (DF)
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
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
Oh…dear…I should have refreshed first. Sigh. But actually…I think yours, Debi fits kind of nicely following my addition…what do you think?
I posted a suggestion for Jane’s, mine and then yous, Debi…below…let me know if that’s okay with you. 🙂
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)
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!
I agree it would be nice and love the title. Moon flowers are real- they only bloom at night. Neat, huh?
Very neat!! I’m off to hunt some down on the wide-web…I know there’re some cactus flowers that do that…nature is so wonderful.
I’m glad you like my suggestions, Debi. :)’s
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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Beautiful chain of pearls–
Adding on to Hannah’s string–
Guardian of dark night
Patrolling indigo streets
Watching over me
Havn’t thought of a title ’cause I’m not sure if this will be the last one
morning arises
offering hope for the day
new awakenings (Walt)
rose petals brush away dew
golden finch splashes in bath (Sara)
The haiku/couplet sequence is the traditional form for a renga – I’d forgotten that when I did mine.
Hmm…well that changes everything doesn’t it! Oh, well it was still fun. 🙂
And I think it is an excellent collaborative sequence.
I agree, Viv. 🙂
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)
is it the same cat that was chasing butterflies? 🙂
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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)
I think that turned out wonderfully well everyone. Great prompt Walt!
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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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