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renga MOODS


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i think we do need a renga :manic: i think we stay with one renga at a time (branches included) so it doesn't get too demanding.

 

does everybody know how to do it?

 

*each verse has five lines (i would prefer not to go into syllable count territory for now)

*you pick up the last line of the most recent verse, and use it as your first, adding four lines of your own

 

the overall theme is MOOD, and the titles for the individual poems are

  1. winter
  2. silence
  3. empty
  4. listening
  5. nightfall
  6. song
  7. white
  8. letter
  9. birdcall
  10. sky
  11. dance
  12. water
  13. hands
  14. memories
  15. lmbo
  16. footprint
  17. candle
  18. dream
  19. woods
  20. silk
  21. snowflake
  22. coffee
  23. beach
  24. loneliness
  25. clock
  26. tears
  27. fire
  28. children
  29. writing
  30. photo album
  31. puzzle
  32. taxi
  33. storm
  34. rose
  35. end credits

1. winter

 

slate grey lid on

snow streaked mud

the narrow horizon a malevolent

squint of white, suspicious of my

carribean daydreams

 

2. silence

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2. silence

 

carribean daydreams

sailing across the mind

like sharp-nosed ships

their bright coloured sails

filling the silence

 

3. empty

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4. listening

 

Saying nothing

I offer my pitted bowl

For rage, remorse and rue.

Before acid eats it away,

I will smash it for you.

 

5. nightfall

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5. nightfall

 

I will smash it for you

With fingers of shadow,

Creeping from the night

To extinguish the light.

Fear me.

 

 

 

6. song

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8. letter

 

A pale skeleton

expensively embossed,

it lies splotched and scratched -

hypodermic nib poised,

I can't spell my own name.

 

9. birdcall

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9. birdcall

 

I can't spell my own name.

cuckoo

I can't even remember the day of the week

cuckoo

Aaaargghhh...I am going to shoot that bloody bird!

 

10. sky

 

 

 

(apologies for any irreverence...and please note the author in no way condones blood sports!)

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11. dance

Flying feathers -

Moulting, scaleless boa draped

Shoulders relentlessly tanned,

She seeks - he flies professionally,

Too vulnerable in his penguin suit.

 

12. water

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12. water

 

too vulnerable in his penguin suit

tightly-stretched

drowning amidst a sea of

perfumed, silk and chiffon waves

he dances the waltz.

 

13. hands

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13. hands

 

he dances the waltz

long pale fingers encircling her waist

as if guiding a wine glass to his lips

his strength was captivating

gentle power flowing from his finger tips

 

14. memories

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14. memories

 

gentle power flowing from his fingertips

healer, miracle-man

the man of her dreams

pulls her out of

days stretched with elastic work.

 

15. limbo

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15. limbo

 

days stretched with elastic work

no man's land

between early alarm clock

and late tv news

wasteland

 

16. footprint

 

17. candle

18. dream

19. woods

20. silk

21. snowflake

22. coffee

23. beach

24. loneliness

25. clock

26. tears

27. fire

28. children

29. writing

30. photo album

31. puzzle

32. taxi

33. storm

34. rose

35. end credits

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