A B&J Renga – March 27, 2015

From Gold to White

From Gold to White

Jen from Blog it or Lose it! and I were chatting over a haiga the other day when we fell into a renga, the results of which is the reason for this post!  Jen’s verse are Blue and mine are Maroon … the renga developed over three days, it began on the 25th of March and ended today, and as always I find it interesting to see the evolution that the renga takes, if you wish to see the original, click the link ‘haiga’ above!  We hope you enjoy!

muggy heat
sweat dripping off our brows
awaiting autumn

in a distant green rumble
thunderheads roiling

no March dunderheads
a sweet rain-filled wind blows
greening rain drops fall

underfoot, the carpet of brown
leaps into clover

squish slosh goop
walking in the muddy fields
muddying the clover

a single raindrop
rests in a drooping white blossom

a tear from heaven
a wish for sun-kissed cheeks
fickle is spring

the wind is cold and fierce
and weaves my hair into a veil

covering weariness
these veiled eyes – tired of winter
wistful thoughts of spring

in the bare birches
doves are fluffing and preening

a morning shower
sprucing to meet their lovers
in the park at noon

a fleeting vision of wings
sweeps across fresh puddles

water reflects –
freedom in the skies above
here but for fortune

how the light shifts from gold to white –
bittersweet changes

first flurries of snow
swallows sing dirge like trills
winter won’t let go

a woman shivers in the cold
as her hair turns to gray

walking down the path
thinking of winter changes
from gold to white –

© B&J ‘15

Renga me, I’ll Renga you … July 8, 2014

Courtesan Painting a Scrren

Courtesan Painting a Screen

Some of you may remember that last week I put up a post entitled Renga me, I’ll Renga you … inviting anyone who wanted to play renga by adding their response (7-7 two lines) and then a new haiku to continue the game.  Here’s how it went:

I started the game with this:

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

HA

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

ME:

lunch awaits the travellers
under the farmer’s arbor

hot summer sun-shine
birds hide on cool leafy boughs
slumbering children

Blog it or Lose it!

heat waves rise from the earth /
and the farmer’s fields shimmer /

one droning fly /
lands on half-cut apple – /
utter silence //

bullfrog calmly eyes his prey/
flicks his tongue, savours his lunch

sun peaks through
sunflowers stretch their necks
smiling

ME:

golden subservient maids
bowing to the summer king

bees humming frogs croak
the chicada’s song buzzes
heat waves in the air

Traces of the soul

children’s echoes from the lake
swooshing of the paddle boat

sun dips lower
haze is lifting
sparrow chirps.

ME:

evening patio dinner
crickets play a concert

playing renga games
friends laugh creating haiku
stars and fireflies

Traces of the soul

sitting `round the bonfire
children toasting marshmallows

winding down renga
telling scary ghost stories
youngsters shudder

ME:

night quietly ends our day
summer memories remain


Have a nice evening … and why not play a little renga round the fireside whilst roasting your marshmallows 😉

sitting round the fire
making marshmallows somemores
someone start the game