The Tiniest Pebble
an overcast morning
the tiniest pebble
has a voice / john
your words mingle
with the sound of rain / sandra
above the cottage door,
my fingers probing
for a key / linda
the scent of memory
lies in weathered wood / willie
the frozen moon,
a dullish gleam
in grandfather's eye / takke
but for a yearling's breath
stillness holds the dawn / willie
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showing how he ran
for the doorway, the boy
in Batman pyjamas / sandra
above, a redbreast
clings to a pine / linda
engulfed entirely
by the yellow dust
of the pacifists / john
teasingly, a glimpse
of my dragon tattoo /sandra
quick out the back
to the morning train's
clatter and smoke / willie
passing a bottle,
they spoke of their dreams / john
afterwards,
she offers the war hero
another glass of milk / sandra
ink caps sprout in clusters
down the coppice path / linda
up the ladder,
picking the nashi,
picking the moon / sandra
a paper mum
falls from the pages / willie
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astir in its depths,
the lake
at its natural rim / john
each star tonight
a tone from the watch night bell / willie
a candle gutters
as the old monk
dips his quill / linda
young painted ponies
leap from stone walls / john
through the rain,
the cherry blossoms move
just a little / sandra
green tea and bird song
to mark another day / john
Completed October 1st, 2010
John Merryfield
Linda Papanicolao
Sandra Simpson
William Sorlien
Shinjuku Rollingstone (guest)
First Place Winner, Journal of Renga and Renku 2010 renku contest
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