Renga me I’ll renga you — memory — July 29, 2015

I met Anmol back in 2013 and we began writing haiku about the same time.  We also participated at CDHK together and when I wrote prompts for the “Thirteenth Floor Paradigm” (which doesn’t exist any more) he would participate.  We had a lovely renga together back then, but alas, I didn’t think to copy the post to my archives and it’s now lost, but last year in July I wrote a post inviting anyone to add their continuation to my hokku to create a renga, then adding their own haiku for the next participant.  HA, as Anmol is know at MLMM was the first participant:

cool summer evening
stars twinkling like lightning-bugs
a flash of lightning

© G.s.k. ‘14

HA

a tree shudders in the dark
suddenly ablaze in light
.
mid-day clouds
not a single leaf moves
it is break time

© Anmol

Now I will continue this renga:

the calm before the storm
a solitary leaf – falls

fat rain drops
splatter the dusty tarmac
summer tempest

© G.s.k. ‘15

Heeding Haiku (with Chèvrefeuille). July 29th 2015 beautiful chaos

Tokubetsudesu #54 lost in the woods – July 29, 2015

just a boy and girl
in the evening – purpling
summer bliss
doves cooed sweet nothings
our words – lost in the woods

the young couple
purpling on lake Garda
at sunset
lost in each other’s arms
ignoring the moon’s voice

G.s.k. ‘15

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #54 lost in the woods about tanka

And speaking of love … it’s not an exclusive of the young:

lost in the woods
desperate and anxious
elderly people
just seeking for a bit of privacy
to live their newly found love

© Chèvrefeuille

Tokubetsudesu #54 – wind and moon tanka – July 29, 2015

the summer wind
calls across the lake
whispering softly
invitations to travel
ah – I long to follow

gulls fly overhead
drifting on the evening breeze
the moon rises
couples walk along the shore
far far away from winter

over the mountains
the moon smiles sweetly
her veil half raised
playing coyly with lovers
and love-sick poets

G.s.k. ‘15

Written for: Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #54 lost in the woods about tanka

Streetwise – Wordle Rap – July 28, 2015

clown and dog

streetwise
what do you know
of ganglion gangs
in the metro
dressed in rags
implosive creatures
creepy
delinquent forms
from that charnel house
called art school ..
extending
their geometric
doodles
outside the brackets
of the art racket
nearing the heights
of a cheap hell
or life
!

depends on your point of view
you can swoon
or croon
maybe you just ignore
that cryptic gore
denouncing
or renouncing
this modern world
of zombies
that walk down the streets
greeting whomever they meet
you’d think they were alive
until you realize
their eyes are dead …
money honey
is their only desire
it set their minds on fire
ate out their soul
’til nothing was left
!

streetwise
or otherwise
wall street vampires
have wrapped their ganglion tendrils
around your mind
have bought your soul
until you just don’t know
what life is
unless it has a price tag –
and everybody whispers:
happiness
is a big gun ….

© G.s.k. ‘15

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #71 “July 27, 2015″

1. Streetwise, 2. Ganglion (a mass of nerve tissue existing outside the central nervous system, Pathology: a cyst or enlargement in connection with the sheath of a tendon, usually at the wrist. a center of intellectual or industrial force, activity, etc.) 3. Rags, 4. Bracket 5. Implosive 6. Creepy 7. Delinquent 8. Geometric 9. Cheap 10. Near 11. Charnel (a repository for dead bodies) 12. Extend

Siesta – July 28, 2015

sleeping
in the early afternoon
siesta

under the pines
mid-summer siesta
with an ant

hot summer day
escaping the heat wave
afternoon siesta

love-making
behind the blinds in summer
then our siesta

© G.s.k. ‘15

Ah – the siesta!  The first thing one learnt when arriving for the first time to pass the summer in Italy was to take a siesta, whether you wanted to or not.  Usually after lunch, between two o’clock to four o’clock, the whole country came to a halt.  The shops, public offices, banks and most other public affairs closed down.  The cafes turned down the music, sometimes closing their doors as well and the streets became deserted.

The siesta though, wasn’t just napping!  It was the time of the day when you took a break from work, a time to sit back and relax during the hottest part of the day, have a proper lunch and be able to digest it.  I was down in Puglia a few years back and I was delighted to find that the tradition is still going strong in the south, though I’d grown out of the habit and had to re-adapt!

Now days, here in the north, except if one’s on vacation, the siesta has mostly been forgotten, like other traditional Italian ways of beating the heat, especially in the tourist areas.  Now the shops are always open sometimes into the late evening, the big supermarkets ad malls are open every day, and the thump thumping of disco music never stops!  Italy has become a modern country … like America.

summer siesta
memory of the past
childhood pass-time

 © G.s.k. ‘15

Written for: Carpe Diem #784 hirune (nap)

Whirligig 17 – Waka Wordleing – July 27, 2015

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Under Stars” by Tess Gallagher: flag, coatless, slices, stars, games, walk, touch, thinking, kitchen, envelope, roadside, say:

old flag flew
without stars on the roadside
we walked and you’d say
I want slices of heaven
to remember you by

our winter games
you enveloped me boldly
and your gentle touch
left me breathlessly thinking
coat-less in the kitchen

© G.s.k. ‘15

Tentoumushi (Lady bug) – July 26, 2015

red and black robes flap
visiting geraniums
tentoumushi

flying erratically
the lady bug crash lands
in the rose-bush

young Tentoumushi
walks in the summer garden
her robe flies open

cool afternoon
sit under the persimmon
sip warm sake
Lady Bug slips from her robe
as the shakuhachi sighs

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for: Carpe Diem #783 Tentoumushi (Lady bug)