Invitation to Renga Collaborative Poetry

Invitation to Renga Collaborative Poetry
by Azadeh Azad
20-Mar-2011
 

Sima, a cyber-friend, invited me and a few others to starts a Renga collaborative poetry, a Japanese kind of  “capping verses”(Mosha’ereh.)

http://iranian.com/main/2011/mar/we-are-butterflies

The essence of Renga (連歌) is in the idea of "change," described as "newness” and "refraining from stepping back." The fun is in the change, the new, the different, and the interesting verses of others. 

It starts with a  5-7-5 sound units by one of us (yours truly), followed by the second verse of 7-7 sound units, and then by the third verse of 5-7-5 sound units. The next verse will be 7-7 sound units, and this pattern is repeated until the desired length is achieved. Each of you, please copy and paste my stanza and add your two lines under it.

I warmly invite everyone to participate in this Japanese "Mosha’ereh" as a way of both celebrating Nowruz and being mindful of the Japanese people’s present situation.

Thank you, Sima, for your timely suggestion.

So, here we go:

 

Her eyes rosy-rimmed

stare at nothing to see

dream of sun-dancing

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Next: 7-7

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Her eyes rosy-rimmed
stare at nothing to see
dream of sun-dancing

the blue in the distance pale
a black cat yawns into it

first breath of autumn
only the berries remain
retaining the warmth

She wrote on her palm
(like when she cheated in school)
I will not stop now

no one dares travel
along this way but Sima
golden harvest moon

and she looked at what was there
rosy blue black golden cats

winter came too soon
poets wrote on icy glass
Frozen pansies cried

only saints and amateurs
are mortally vulnerable

winter's coldest day
Mother Nature turns it up
blue butterfly close wings

 

fine spring breeze in the air

Persian New Year has emerged   

 

sweet scents of blossoms

in every foot print a pond

rain drops wrinkle lakes

 


Esfand Aashena

Azadeh jaan I'll participate but don't take me seriously!

by Esfand Aashena on

 

Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger!

Pepsi!

Can I get a Coke?

No Coke! Pepsi!

How about a hamburger?

No hamburger!  Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger!

Pepsi!

Everything is sacred


Nazy Kaviani

Yes, Azadeh Jan!

by Nazy Kaviani on

I meant winter. I made the correction. Happy Spring!


Azadeh Azad

Next: 5-7-5 (Nazy jan: you mean Winter's coldest day, right? :-)

by Azadeh Azad on

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Her eyes rosy-rimmed
stare at nothing to see
dream of sun-dancing

the blue in the distance pale
a black cat yawns into it

first breath of autumn
only the berries remain
retaining the warmth

She wrote on her palm
(like when she cheated in school)
I will not stop now

no one dares travel
along this way but Sima
golden harvest moon

and she looked at what was there
rosy blue black golden cats

winter came too soon
poets wrote on icy glass
Frozen pansies cried

only saints and amateurs
are mortally vulnerable

winter's coldest day
Mother Nature turns it up
blue butterfly close wings

fine spring breeze in the air                                                                         Persian New year has emerged

 


Nazy Kaviani

I believe the next one should be a 7-7

by Nazy Kaviani on

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Her eyes rosy-rimmed
stare at nothing to see
dream of sun-dancing

the blue in the distance pale
a black cat yawns into it

first breath of autumn
only the berries remain
retaining the warmth

She wrote on her palm
(like when she cheated in school)
I will not stop now

no one dares travel
along this way but Sima
golden harvest moon

and she looked at what was there
rosy blue black golden cats

winter came too soon
poets wrote on icy glass
Frozen pansies cried

Only saints and amateurs
are mortally vulnerable

Winter’s coldest day
Mother Nature turns it up
Blue Butterfly close wings


sima

7-7 from Heinrich Boll

by sima on

Her eyes rosy-rimmed     

stare at nothing to see     

dream of sun-dancing    

the blue in the distance pale     

a black cat yawns into it    

first breath of autumn     

only the berries remain   

retaining the warmth     

She wrote on her palm     

(like when she cheated in school)     

I will not stop now      

no one dares travel    

along this way but Sima      

golden harvest moon 

and she looked at what was there 

rosy blue black golden cats                                                                                                                                                                                            winter came too soon                                                                                                                                                   poets wrote on icy glass  

Frozen pansies cried

Only saints and amateurs

are mortally vulnerable


Azadeh Azad

Next: 7-7

by Azadeh Azad on

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Her eyes rosy-rimmed     

stare at nothing to see     

dream of sun-dancing    

the blue in the distance pale     

a black cat yawns into it    

first breath of autumn     

only the berries remain   

retaining the warmth     

She wrote on her palm     

(like when she cheated in school)     

I will not stop now      

no one dares travel    

along this way but Sima      

golden harvest moon 

and she looked at what was there 

rosy blue black golden cats                                                                                                                                                                                            winter came too soon                                                                                                                                                   poets wrote on icy glass  

Frozen pansies cried

 

 


sima

7-7 for you

by sima on

Her eyes rosy-rimmed     

stare at nothing to see     

dream of sun-dancing    

the blue in the distance pale     

a black cat yawns into it    

first breath of autumn     

only the berries remain   

retaining the warmth     

She wrote on her palm     

(like when she cheated in school)     

I will not stop now      

no one dares travel    

along this way but Sima      

golden harvest moon 

and she looked at what was there 

rosy blue black golden cats

Multiple Personality Disorder

"5-7-5" is being repeated three times now, why?

by Multiple Personality Disorder on

Why, why, why?


Multiple Personality Disorder

you beat me to it

by Multiple Personality Disorder on

I'll do another one


Azadeh Azad

Give me 7-7 please, not 5-7-5

by Azadeh Azad on

 

 

 

Her eyes rosy-rimmed     

 

stare at nothing to see     

 

dream of sun-dancing    

 

the blue in the distance pale     

 

a black cat yawns into it    

 

first breath of autumn     

 

only the berries remain   

 

retaining the warmth     

 

She wrote on her palm     

 

(like when she cheated in school)     

 

I will not stop now      

 

no one dares travel    

 

along this way but Sima      

 

golden harvest moon 

 


sima

Now 5-7-5? If so here goes

by sima on

Her eyes rosy-rimmed

stare at nothing to see

dream of sun-dancing

the blue in the distance pale

a black cat yawns into it

first breath of autumn

only the berries remain

retaining the warmth

She wrote on her palm

(like when she cheated in school)

I will not stop now


Azadeh Azad

Next stanza: 7-7 sound units

by Azadeh Azad on

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Her eyes rosy-rimmed

 

stare at nothing to see

 

dream of sun-dancing

 

the blue in the distance pale

 

a black cat yawns into it

 

first breath of autumn

 

only the berries remain

 

retaining the warmth

.


Azadeh Azad

Sima: Must be 7-7 not one 7. I added a second 7 sound units :-)

by Azadeh Azad on

 Her eyes rosy-rimmed

stare at nothing to see

dream of sun-dancing

The blue in the distance pale

A black cat yawns into it


sima

seond stanza

by sima on

Her eyes rosy-rimmed

stare at nothing to see

dream of sun-dancing

The blue in the distance pale