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Invitation to Renga Collaborative Poetry
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.)
//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
by Azadeh Azad on Mon Mar 21, 2011 01:11 PM PDT.
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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
Azadeh jaan I'll participate but don't take me seriously!
by Esfand Aashena on Mon Mar 21, 2011 05:20 AM PDTCheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger!
Pepsi!
Can I get a Coke?
No Coke! Pepsi!
How about a hamburger?
No hamburger! Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger!
Pepsi!
Everything is sacred
Yes, Azadeh Jan!
by Nazy Kaviani on Sun Mar 20, 2011 11:57 PM PDTI meant winter. I made the correction. Happy Spring!
Next: 5-7-5 (Nazy jan: you mean Winter's coldest day, right? :-)
by Azadeh Azad on Mon Mar 21, 2011 09:37 AM PDT.
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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
I believe the next one should be a 7-7
by Nazy Kaviani on Sun Mar 20, 2011 11:18 PM PDT.
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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
7-7 from Heinrich Boll
by sima on Sun Mar 20, 2011 08:53 PM PDTHer 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
Next: 7-7
by Azadeh Azad on Sun Mar 20, 2011 08:50 PM PDT.
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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 cried7-7 for you
by sima on Sun Mar 20, 2011 08:21 PM PDTHer 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"5-7-5" is being repeated three times now, why?
by Multiple Personality Disorder on Sun Mar 20, 2011 08:02 PM PDTWhy, why, why?
you beat me to it
by Multiple Personality Disorder on Sun Mar 20, 2011 07:56 PM PDTI'll do another one
Give me 7-7 please, not 5-7-5
by Azadeh Azad on Sun Mar 20, 2011 07:52 PM PDTHer 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
Now 5-7-5? If so here goes
by sima on Sun Mar 20, 2011 07:10 PM PDTHer 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
Next stanza: 7-7 sound units
by Azadeh Azad on Sun Mar 20, 2011 06:50 PM PDT.
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.
Sima: Must be 7-7 not one 7. I added a second 7 sound units :-)
by Azadeh Azad on Sun Mar 20, 2011 06:35 PM PDTHer eyes rosy-rimmed
stare at nothing to see
dream of sun-dancing
The blue in the distance pale
A black cat yawns into it
seond stanza
by sima on Sun Mar 20, 2011 06:22 PM PDTHer eyes rosy-rimmed
stare at nothing to see
dream of sun-dancing
The blue in the distance pale