tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20773415616766875342011-12-24T22:39:51.003-06:00today's moon; will there be anyone not taking up his pen? onitsurabandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-91389002153528325572011-02-02T00:55:00.077-06:002011-12-24T22:39:51.012-06:00.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RczLFr_b0qg/TVaOMx5uFfI/AAAAAAAACWM/6WhyDt5-y1k/s1600/IMG_1902.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RczLFr_b0qg/TVaOMx5uFfI/AAAAAAAACWM/6WhyDt5-y1k/s320/IMG_1902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572797939122574834" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><em>Omote</em></strong><br /><br /><br />a glance and a nod<br />then right out the door<br />spring snow<br /><br />the moving guys squat<br />wrestling the quilt box<br /><br />ebb tide <br />releases its grip<br />of flotsam and jetsam<br /><br />a jerry-built shack<br />under comma-shaped clouds<br /><br />broken glass<br />in the ice field<br />the moon all the same<br /><br />two cocktail's wet rings<br />merge on the bar<br /><br /><br /><strong><em>Ura</em></strong><br /><br /><br />after we finish<br />belly laughs <br />wobble the bedsprings<br /><br />wings of geese beat<br />auguries into the wind<br /><br />this new appliance<br />sends a text<br />when the colors are done<br /><br />in haikai spirit<br />the letter from Fukushima<br /><br />trumpet vine<br />blooms jazz notes <br />above the hedgerow <br /><br />the brightness of salt<br />on morning's air <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />bandit / govindajohn <br /><br /><br /><em>click on photos to enlarge</em><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-9138900215352832557?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com92tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-87931595274180888622010-05-14T18:50:00.033-05:002011-01-10T07:48:16.066-06:00.<br /><br />A writing exercise conceived by one <a href="http://www.renkureckoner.co.uk/">Mr. John E. Carley</a><br />to facilitate the creation and understanding<br />of modern renku poetry forms.<br /><br /><br />----------------------<br /><br /><br />all the blackbirds<br />eye balling each other<br />strung out / jm<br /><br />surfing debt on a<br />slow fuse to China / jec<br /><br />satellite dishes<br />pointing south<br />dance with the stars / jm<br /><br />etched on the emu's egg<br />yam dreaming / l<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />----------<br /><br /><br />cherry blossom<br />drifts by my mouth<br />and disappears / jm<br /><br />loving every moment<br />a mayfly / jec<br /><br />each and every<br />glass of water<br />full of gratitude / jm <br /><br />the syrup all spun <br />into fairy floss / l<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-8793159527418088862?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>John Merryfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050517403806998079noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-20070161200372246382010-04-10T22:39:00.067-05:002011-12-14T13:56:25.260-06:00.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Tumbling Down The Alley</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />side 1 jo-preface<br /><br /><br />sp bl)<br /><br />cherry sapling<br />pavements and peeling brick<br />blushed by early light<br /><br /><br />sp)<br /><br />the detritus of years past<br />tumbles down the alley<br /><br /><br />ns)<br /><br />from this vantage<br />faceless voices below<br />ring familiar<br /><br /><br />side 2 ha-development<br /><br /><br />ns su lv)<br /><br />a dew of sweat<br />favors her upper lip<br /><br /><br />su ns lv)<br /><br /><br />as we age together <br />you remain<br />so hard to please<br /><br /><br />ns)<br /><br />there's always applause<br />for bad karaoke<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />side 3 ha-intensification<br /><br /><br /><br />ns au mn)<br /><br />without fanfare<br />overpowered by funk<br />and the Texas big beat<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />au)<br /><br />the headlong leap<br />into crisp leaves <br /><br /><br /><br />au ns mn)<br /><br />harvest festival<br />a dulled moon staggers<br />through the door<br /><br /><br /><br />side 4 kyu-finale<br /><br /><br />ns)<br /><br />a tipple with Alice<br />through the looking glass<br /><br /><br />wi ns)<br /><br />reciting <br />these parables <br />only we understand<br /><br /><br /><br />ns wi)<br /><br />clouds in water<br />pierced by the whale's song<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-2007016120037224638?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-23290626508101942712010-01-09T17:35:00.040-06:002011-02-02T01:26:14.200-06:00.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/S0lUrgvNgMI/AAAAAAAABG4/UbhIrZqktYU/s1600-h/IMG_6464.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/S0lUrgvNgMI/AAAAAAAABG4/UbhIrZqktYU/s200/IMG_6464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424960332643532994" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />eye shadow<br />bright blue butterflies<br />give me a wink / jm<br /><br /><a href="http://themarvinkmooneysociety.com/">Marvin K. Mooney</a><br />has lost his I.D. / ws<br /><br />those saloon doors<br />of A.A.<br />swing both ways / jm<br /><br />handing the barkeep<br />a ten year medallion...<br />"my name's Bill" / ws<br /><br />the wet straw wrapper<br />wriggling like a worm / jm<br /><br />a tattered obi<br />colorless<br />shrunken and faded / ws <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1rzlkKsips&feature=related">;;;</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-2329062650810194271?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-71179265482420028782010-01-09T17:30:00.027-06:002011-02-02T01:26:57.316-06:00.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/S0k8huQ1hOI/AAAAAAAABGg/amdmO7aBp0A/s1600-h/IMG_3328.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/S0k8huQ1hOI/AAAAAAAABGg/amdmO7aBp0A/s200/IMG_3328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424933776196469986" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><align="center"><dd>buenos dias<br />was all it took<br />silver capped teeth / jm<br /><br />his designer jeans<br />the cutting edge / ws<br /><br />pink bougainvillea<br />when the wind blows<br />on the fence / jm<br /> <br /><br />screen savers<br />to fit any mood...<br />just that easy! / ws<br /><br />cute little kittens<br />left in the trash / jm<br /><br />windows <br />of the tenement<br />painted shut / ws<br /><br /><br />a rengay poem by <br />John Merryfield and William Sorlien<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-7117926548242002878?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>John Merryfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050517403806998079noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-10324729128688907502009-06-15T23:07:00.019-05:002011-02-02T01:28:32.956-06:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/Sjcuxx4y0pI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RHZD3eSUMK4/s1600-h/Black_Swallowtail_Papilio_polyxenes_Caterpillar_End_2390px.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347794515265770130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/Sjcuxx4y0pI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RHZD3eSUMK4/s200/Black_Swallowtail_Papilio_polyxenes_Caterpillar_End_2390px.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />a black butterfly<br />chases the cloud<br />damp earth / ws<br /><br />what's up is down<br />ceiling spider / jm<br /><br />ducks on the church roof<br />stand witness in the rain<br />afternoon nap / ws<br /><br />granite moraine<br />waiting for the next<br />glacial movement / jm<br /><br />hard liqour and beer<br />business picks up after 5 / ws <br /><br />backwards-<br />black ant<br />pulling a centipede / jm<br /><br />John Merryfield<br />William Sorlien<br /><br />June 19, 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-1032472912868890750?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-47821776449924551952009-06-14T21:06:00.013-05:002011-06-14T22:59:32.819-05:00wrong turn<br />at the Stahl House Bar<br />the sign's still the same<br /><br />old graybeard on the stoop<br />of #8 Winter Street<br /><br />Dillinger and the Barker Gang <br />laying low<br />red cobblestones<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-4782177644992455195?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-47489339850728594052009-06-07T11:55:00.002-05:002009-06-07T11:58:55.412-05:00river moon<br />rust makes its silent creep<br />across the swing bridge<br /><br />a masked tagger's <br />precarious balance<br /><br />lightning's flash<br />the barge's grinning maw<br />below<br /><br />maikindazen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-4748933985072859405?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-1391495582828246072009-06-04T02:57:00.005-05:002009-09-11T23:47:17.664-05:00daylight moon<br />chalk figures drawn <br />on concrete<br /><br />2 am rain as<br />dogs bark at shadows<br /><br />first of the month<br />an abandoned sofa<br />on the sidewalk<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-139149558282824607?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-23912636102977436522009-05-30T07:19:00.016-05:002009-06-23T21:44:56.364-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SiH37jPhVvI/AAAAAAAAAcw/GayoF_YYiHE/s1600-h/card00047_fr+Greetings+from+St.+Paul.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SiH37jPhVvI/AAAAAAAAAcw/GayoF_YYiHE/s320/card00047_fr+Greetings+from+St.+Paul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341823235482801906" /></a><br />this morning<br />took a roundabout way<br />two cemeteries <br /><br />huechera's bloom<br />St. Agnes' bells <br />ring out the hour <br /><br />vacant houses<br />a yard sign proclaims<br />'East Side Pride' <br /><br />new facades<br />can't disguise this old town<br />spring returns <br /><br />ghost town<br />half the buildings up for sale<br />on payne avenue<br /><br />feeling homesick<br />these streets and alleys<br />so familiar<br />through all my travels<br />lost in memories<br /><br />evening rain<br />my poems wash away<br />to feed the earth<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-2391263610297743652?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-80326843218419599492009-04-26T21:33:00.010-05:002009-04-28T06:44:38.000-05:00edge of the moon<br />resting below<br />a dandelion/ jm<br /><br />i wish i could farm/ jm<br />every season a harvest moon/ws<br /><br />by moonlight<br />she tends to each sprout<br />waxing the leaves/ws<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-8032684321841959949?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>John Merryfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050517403806998079noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-4668598203119083922009-04-26T07:51:00.016-05:002009-06-17T20:18:44.785-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SfRZzjqONCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_PCBD5lLG_M/s1600-h/mia_37416g.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 70px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SfRZzjqONCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_PCBD5lLG_M/s200/mia_37416g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328983001366672418" /></a><br />wind from the east<br />the wall calendar<br />waves at me<br /><br />through the lowry tunnel<br />the gospel station fades<br /><br />cold rain<br />on the rooftop<br />working between drops<br /><br />my brother<br />looks worn and haggard<br />we discuss dying<br /><br />a crow's black wings<br />block out white sky<br /><br />wondering-<br />does he pause to hear<br />the bird song?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-466859820311908392?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-87768855137142784462009-04-09T22:46:00.009-05:002009-04-10T10:18:53.067-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/Sd9IyyrIv0I/AAAAAAAAAWc/IVbvrLoA3fE/s1600-h/IMG_1864+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/Sd9IyyrIv0I/AAAAAAAAAWc/IVbvrLoA3fE/s320/IMG_1864+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323053322008575810" /></a><br />a cat yawns<br />i catch a glimpse<br />of the moon/jm<br /><br />bubbles of moonlight/jm<br />carp rise to greet the sky/ws<br /><br />snow green eyes<br />spring mountain moon<br />pulls us higher/ws<br /><br />John Merryfield <br />William Sorlien<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-8776885513714278446?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-43930737664842206022009-04-01T22:36:00.044-05:002009-04-09T22:46:16.273-05:00blossoms pink and hot<br />at my age returning<br />to the dojo<br /><br />a sign of spring<br />points the way<br /><br />spring morn<br />reading directions<br />on the bottle<br /><br />old log in the river<br />a plug in the jug<br /><br />skinny dippin'<br />in pools of moonlight<br />evening glory<br /><br />our love affair<br />with blue and white<br /><br />thank goodness<br />the roof leaks<br />correctional facility<br /><br />awakened to find<br />dreams have made their escape <div><br /></div><div>the height</div><div>of rising thermals</div><div>cold crow</div><br />true love's safe passage<br />winter mountains<br /><br />wilderness school<br />towards her voice<br />i travel<br /><br />first saw her<br />couldn't look nor look away<br /><br />learning her name<br />dove wings<br />beating<br /><br />light dances on water<br />return of the spirits?<br /><br />autumn deepening<br />the day of the dead<br />piercing my heart<br /><br />relinquish your heart<br />and this moon shall be mine<br /><br />expectations<br />these old photographs<br />watching me<br /><br />father in-law<br />plum tree spliced with apricot<br /><br />family tree<br />a trick of the light<br />in shaded wood<br /><br />cherry blossoms<br />the DNA of tao<br /><br />empty sky<br />as far as the mind can see<br />buddha's birthday<br /><br />barely spring<br />gnats still confused<br /><br />Completed April 9th, 2009<br /><br />verses 1, 3, 5, 8, 10, 12, 14, 16, 17, 19, 21<br />William Sorlien<br /><br />verses 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 11, 13, 15, 18, 20, 22<br />John Merryfield<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-4393073766484220602?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-59867931644776333892009-03-27T00:37:00.017-05:002009-04-26T21:07:48.377-05:00unmelted snow<br />in the churchyard<br />trickling water<br /><br />the goldfinch returns<br />seasons viewed from the air<br /><br />lingering chill<br />reluctantly preparing<br />for work<br /><br />funny how sound travels<br />were once these wetlands<br />home to spirits?<br /><br />the truck warms up<br />coffee cooling down<br /><br />shadows lengthen<br />telling myself to<br />just keep movin'<br /><br />William Sorlien<br />March 28, 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-5986793164477633389?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-65772596864865837202009-03-25T22:29:00.018-05:002009-04-26T21:08:39.033-05:00duty free<br />whales lingering<br />in eel grass<br /><br />vernal equinox<br />the tides go slack<br /><br />songs of humpback<br />traveling through water<br />migrating current<br /><br />trumpet flowers<br />in the north wind<br />sound of jazz<br /><br />dressed for the cold<br />memory of pine<br /><br />the road<br />to my mountain home<br />once under the sea<br /><br />John Merryfield<br />April 2, 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-6577259686486583720?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-80138466847491332582009-03-12T22:16:00.033-05:002009-03-21T19:25:37.791-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SbnReRO7tYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4Q-oECvoY5M/s1600-h/mia_49348g.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312507553412527490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SbnReRO7tYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4Q-oECvoY5M/s400/mia_49348g.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />pulled on a string<br />geese follow the leader<br />skimming thin ice<br /><br />inspecting the melting snow<br />a lone crow in sunshine<br /><br />he walks away<br />in an angry huff<br />one glance back<br /><br />in every action<br />his father revealed<br /><br />winter's end<br />as always the moon<br />will remain<br /><br />waiting for spring rain<br />earth's colors pure again<br /><br />sun in my eyes<br />her beauty resides<br />in memory<br /><br />I remember the day<br />the neighbor girl moved away<br /><br />an open window<br />old women gossip<br />across the fence<br /><br />sanctuary city<br />more latinos everyday<br /><br />summer was<br />our busiest season<br />rusting tools<br /><br />here comes the ice cream truck<br />no change in my pocket<br /><br />new president<br />the scenery remains<br />the same<br /><br />every fallen leaf<br />memories of better days<br /><br />yellow moon<br />old photographs of <br />harvest festival<br /><br />autumn twilight<br />warm light belies the chill<br /><br />panhandler<br />I'd just as soon be<br />a pauper poet<br /><br />the azaleas bloom<br />before the last frost<br /><br />watercolors<br />spring rain at<br />sunset<br /><br />open the window<br />let some fresh air in<br /><br /><br /><br />William Sorlien<br />March 16, 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-8013846684749133258?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-65995461241314687132009-03-07T23:10:00.064-06:002009-03-19T18:41:45.324-05:00winter morning<br />birds singing<br />in the dark<br /><br />jm<br /><br />bare feet on cold floors<br />alone in dawn's quiet<br /><br />ws<br /><br />unfitting uniform<br />her freckles clamber<br />over each other<br /><br />jm<br /><br />smoke and gossip fill the<br />factory girls' bathroom<br /><br />ws<br /><br />buoyancy of<br />the autumn moon<br />moths wash ashore<br /><br />jm<br /><br />once drawn to her flame<br />still a lingering heat<br /><br />ws<br /><br />growing deep<br />hulled wedding rice<br />thrown 29 years ago<br /><br />jm<br /><br />at times become the scarecrow<br />tending a meager crop<br /><br />ws<br /><br />desperado<br />toolbelt pouches full of nails<br />and sunflower seeds<br /><br />jm<br /><br />I make my own way<br />a prickly bed by choice<br /><br />ws<br /><br />dog days of summer<br />sweeping the dirt<br />with happy tails<br /><br />jm<br /><br />cold beer and crazy woman<br />having a howl at the moon<br /><br />ws<br /><br />green blue green blue<br />sunday butterflies<br />on a monday morning<br /><br />jm<br /><br />colors infatuate<br />she won't stop changing her mind<br /><br />ws<br /><br />somewhere large<br />blue whales<br />giving birth<br /><br />jm<br /><br />no job too small<br />we never say "no"<br /><br />ws<br /><br />a family disease<br />just one after work<br />can't hurt<br /><br />jm<br /><br />shade in the first season<br />protecting young tea leaves <br /><br />ws<br /><br />city tree<br />with the bike chain<br />unlocking white petals<br /><br />jm<br /><br />songbirds on a feeder <br />seesaw in spring wind<br /><br />ws<br /><br /><br />A twenty verse nijuin linked-verse renku by John Merryfield and William Sorlien begun Saturday, March 7, 2009 and finished Wednesday, March 11, 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-6599546124131468713?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>John Merryfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050517403806998079noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-54996395745016947862009-03-05T15:32:00.004-06:002009-03-12T01:55:59.289-05:00snow melting<br />starlings take a break<br />from preening<br /><br /><br />worn denim and old boots<br />adding layers for the cold<br /><br />utility bills<br />on top of the pile<br />my favorite hat<br /><br />clothes make the man<br />casual everyday<br /><br />cherry blossoms<br />to match my mood<br />world wide web<br /><br />daylight savings time<br />spring passes so quickly<br /><br />the memory<br />of our first kiss<br />misty now<br /><br />she came to my party<br />still she hasn't left<br /><br />cruising the loop<br />with the windows down<br />muggy and hot<br /><br />that shit-box yellow dodge<br />t-boned on payne avenue<br /><br />harvest festival<br />each year new faces under<br />the waning moon<br /><br />even now with eyes closed<br />i see the autumn light<br /><br /><br />William Sorlien<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-5499639574501694786?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077341561676687534.post-32235382329529289222009-03-01T00:35:00.003-06:002009-03-09T21:18:23.111-05:00winter sunlight<br />pours through the window<br />lightens the mood<br /><br />a mere shadow<br />of my former self<br /><br />make it up<br />as you go along<br />my way of strategy<br /><br />one stick of incense<br />offered each morning<br /><br />a gesture<br />without speaking<br />anniversary<br /><br />umber grasses fade to white<br />morning frost's first kiss<br /><br />colored jewels<br />floating on air<br />autumn leaves<br /><br />stopping traffic<br />turkeys cross the road<br /><br />close together<br />they rest among flowers<br />hostas and ferns<br /><br />just a pinch of salt<br />no moon to speak of<br /><br />two loons court<br />on the melting lake<br />our evening stroll<br /><br />hear the incredible<br />chorus of morning birdsong<br /><br /><br />William Sorlien<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077341561676687534-3223538232952928922?l=renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com0