Monday, February 8, 2010

Renku

EN 403 Renku project:  Respond to this post with either another haiku, or a two-line, seven-syllable response.  The order should be: haiku, couplet, haiku, couplet... Please follow the order.



A row of dry stones
on the windowsill, soaking
in winter sunlight.

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  1. Sink dripping on a green sponge,
    droplets soaking fully through.

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  2. in the yard books fade
    through the pale gray breeze of noon,
    lost pages scatter

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  3. Door creaks back and forth slowly,
    brown paint flakes off in the wind.

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  4. snow flakes dance bravely
    hiding the black of the street
    a virgins head dress.

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  5. Laughter fills an empty room
    echoing off walls unheard

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  6. hymns laced the hallways
    before the women fell ill,
    just drunk men sing now

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  7. broken hues sing the sadness
    splattering forlorn color

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  8. religion breaks through
    stone vessels gasping for breath
    cover hearts with ash

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  9. Drunken flies weave sad patterns
    across the cold afternoon.

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  10. relax in the clouds
    promises the broken noise
    singing in his ear

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  11. torn skirt shakes Tuesday
    her blotched blood finger painted
    puddle rings outward

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  12. do not interpret these words:
    leafs bleed internal nightfall

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  13. Questions form, vanish
    like smoke rings lilting across
    a mirror-perfect lake

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  14. Reflecting serenity
    As it lay in peace. Silent

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  15. Their blood no longer boils
    But now dispirits coldness
    In the freezing dark.

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  16. the moon looks down upon them
    and seeing shame, turns away

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  17. Silver rays stroke the
    mist, facing forward my looks
    leave you wanting more

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  18. but wait, the endless search for
    paperthin dreams never done

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  19. drying up in the
    staggering sunday heat, they
    turn rocks to pebbles

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