tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19295363412629071362012-01-25T18:36:47.209-06:00Green Tea And Bird Songtoday's moon; will there be anyone
not taking up his pen? onitsurabandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-48096618993137571532011-11-27T00:44:00.001-06:002012-01-04T14:37:02.949-06:00a "New" Triparshva Renku<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgGzI-XhmKM/TvHy2IMJJDI/AAAAAAAAC0U/f9_dcgnpGQ0/s1600/IMG_1070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="215" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgGzI-XhmKM/TvHy2IMJJDI/AAAAAAAAC0U/f9_dcgnpGQ0/s320/IMG_1070.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b><i>Bristlecone</i></b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />bristlecone pines, <br />they straddle two dimensions<br />- mountain wind<br /><br /><br /><br />opening the stone,<br />a sapling sprung forth<br /><br /><br /><br />a red wheelbarrow<br />leans against the fence,<br />its tyre deflating <br /><br /><br /><br />how many tassels has<br />a cardinal's galero? <br /><br /><br /><br />la bella luna<br />shares a doorway <br />with the mourning dove<br /><br /><br /><br />planting daisies<br />how pale my hands!<br /><br /><br /><br />disturbed<br />beneath the wrack and mire,<br />turtles all the way down<br /><br /><br /><br />only Poseidon’s trident<br />was found washed ashore<br /><br /><br /><br />so auspicious!<br />her three-faced Buddha<br />recovered from the storm<br /><br /><br /><br />in the eyes of a stranger<br />an old lover's gaze<br /><br /><br /><br />at first I laugh<br />and then I cry<br />watching the city lights<br /><br /><br /><br />from the executive suite<br />tents in Zucotti<br /><br /><br /><br />pigeons in pinstripes <br />scatting across<br />the canvas squares<br /><br /><br /><br />does it shine, also<br />on the Sea of Tranquility? <br /><br /><br /><br />a <i><b>Psychic</b></i> sign<br />in the palm reader's window<br />only half-lit<br /><br /><br /><br />the station agent<br />fresh out of tickets to sell<br /><br /><br /><br />high up above <br />an Escher-like <br />grid of powerlines<br /><br /><br /><br />a radio voice<br />talks about the blue jay sky<br /><br /><br /><br />crackle, crackle . . .<br />araucana eggs sizzle<br />away the day<br /><br /><br /><br />the scent of cilantro<br />from my old umbrella<br /><br /><br /><br />inside the volume<br />of Van Gogh's letters,<br />one pressed flower<br /><br /><br /><br />we vow to meet again<br />for the next Draconids display<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><i>willie, willie, sandra, vida, pat, sandra, willie, vida, p.a., pat, vida, pat, barbara, sandra, pat, willie, ashley, pat, barbara, vida, sandra, vida</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a "New" Triparshva Renku composed at <a href="http://haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com/2011/11/invitation-to-renga.html">Haiku Bandit Society</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-4809661899313757153?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-46629312415042075122011-05-07T07:30:00.104-05:002011-11-26T15:51:33.182-06:00A Moon Faced Girl.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99KSINGXV9s/TeXZChLxwII/AAAAAAAACmM/1K1Q8Dmw9gk/s1600/IMG_4540.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613131147877924994" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99KSINGXV9s/TeXZChLxwII/AAAAAAAACmM/1K1Q8Dmw9gk/s320/IMG_4540.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />every tree<br />in every street<br />the song sparrow's voice<br /><br /><br />a moon-faced girl<br />skirts the melting snow<br /><br /><br />erasing the <b><em>Welcome</em></b><br />on your door mat,<br />we wipe our feet<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />two pints later<br />and already it's Monday<br /><br /><br />ants streaming<br />from the keyboard ... <br />a live feed<br /><br /><br />the bullet train<br />parts an ocean<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sneaking Mary Lou<br />into the suitcase,<br />her colour almost gone<br /><br /><br />I keep a fire burning <br />at the gate <br /><br /><br />tamping his pipe<br />otherwise, lost<br />in the clouds<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we settle down to talk<br />on the kitchen floor<br /><br /><br />a bell <br />echoing from the river <br />a bell<br /><br /><br />dried lilies<br />fill a glass of water<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Sandra, Willie, Sandra, Eric, Eric, Willie, Sandra, Willie, Eric, Sandra, Sandra, Willie</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>click on photo to enlarge</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-4662931241504207512?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com121tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-86922165768697710092011-01-07T09:11:00.061-06:002011-04-30T23:08:44.678-05:00Deep In The Grove.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/TUyjVjZ9PRI/AAAAAAAACVM/rwMtZQsx79Y/s1600/IMG_1898.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/TUyjVjZ9PRI/AAAAAAAACVM/rwMtZQsx79Y/s320/IMG_1898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570006429827153170" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />deep in the grove<br />where we once danced;<br />tule fog <br /><br />a gecko's chirp loud<br />in an empty house <br /><br />her Alzheimer's,<br />names forgotten<br />as well as our faults <br /><br /><br />days spent<br />decoding pebbles <br /><br />off the trail, <br />the breeze and wild orchids<br />play guessing games <br /><br />tantra pilgrimage,<br />rumps to the sky <br /><br /><br />back street boys <br />linger on the corner;<br />ba-donk-a-donk! <br /><br />the fleshy sweetness<br />of a ripened peach <br /><br />in the bomb shelter<br />an old can of<br />pork and beans<br /><br /><br />a shiny red bike<br />clears a path of pigeons <br /><br />the mute boy,<br />face turned up in wonder, <br />now a bright moon<br /><br />seen but not heard,<br />a maple leaf's piroeutte<br /><br /><br /><br />John Merryfield 2, 6, 10, 12<br />Robin Beshers 1, 5, 8<br />William Sorlien 3, 7, 11<br />Eric V. 4, 9<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-8692216576869771009?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com115tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-46696781657380148862010-08-20T09:23:00.081-05:002010-12-01T02:38:12.739-06:00A Triparshva Renku: August 24th, 2010.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/TG6SBc-LSPI/AAAAAAAAB9o/E6KSfIU0HE0/s1600/IMG_9539.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/TG6SBc-LSPI/AAAAAAAAB9o/E6KSfIU0HE0/s320/IMG_9539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507499947975198962" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>The Tiniest Pebble</strong><br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />an overcast morning<br />the tiniest pebble <br />has a voice / john<br /><br /><br /><br />your words mingle<br />with the sound of rain / sandra<br /><br /><br /><br />above the cottage door,<br />my fingers probing <br />for a key / linda<br /><br /> <br /><br />the scent of memory<br />lies in weathered wood / willie<br /><br /><br /><br />the frozen moon,<br />a dullish gleam<br />in grandfather's eye / takke<br /><br /><br /><br />but for a yearling's breath<br />stillness holds the dawn / willie<br /><br /><br />**************************<br /><br /><br /><br />showing how he ran<br />for the doorway, the boy<br />in Batman pyjamas / sandra <br /><br /><br /><br />above, a redbreast<br />clings to a pine / linda<br /><br /><br /><br />engulfed entirely<br />by the yellow dust<br />of the pacifists / john<br /><br /><br /><br />teasingly, a glimpse<br />of my dragon tattoo /sandra <br /><br /><br /><br />quick out the back <br />to the morning train's<br />clatter and smoke / willie <br /><br /><br /><br />passing a bottle,<br />they spoke of their dreams / john<br /><br /><br /><br />afterwards,<br />she offers the war hero<br />another glass of milk / sandra <br /><br /><br /><br />ink caps sprout in clusters<br />down the coppice path / linda<br /><br /><br /><br />up the ladder,<br />picking the nashi,<br />picking the moon / sandra<br /><br /><br /><br />a paper mum<br />falls from the pages / willie<br /><br /><br />*************************<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />astir in its depths,<br />the lake <br />at its natural rim / john<br /><br /><br /><br />each star tonight<br />a tone from the watch night bell / willie<br /><br /><br /><br />a candle gutters<br />as the old monk <br />dips his quill / linda<br /><br /><br /><br />young painted ponies<br />leap from stone walls / john<br /><br /><br /><br />through the rain,<br />the cherry blossoms move<br />just a little / sandra<br /><br /><br /><br />green tea and bird song<br />to mark another day / john<br /><br /><br /><strong>Completed October 1st, 2010</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />John Merryfield<br />Linda Papanicolao<br />Sandra Simpson<br />William Sorlien<br />Shinjuku Rollingstone (guest)<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-4669678165738014886?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com288tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-17061965125556870512010-01-16T22:59:00.207-06:002010-08-17T15:26:29.689-05:00The Oyster Midden - a triparshva renku.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/S1KgwJ1Z--I/AAAAAAAABIw/4lLQNdf-Voc/s1600-h/IMG_7266.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/S1KgwJ1Z--I/AAAAAAAABIw/4lLQNdf-Voc/s200/IMG_7266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427577250068954082" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><align="center"><dd>perched upon<br />the oyster midden<br />hopeful seagulls / ec<br /><br />myriad ripples<br />on a frozen current / b<br /><br />rubbernecking <br />tourists take snapshots<br />by the gulf stream / gj<br /><br />a single organism<br />pervades the forest floor / b<br /><br />in heated moonlight,<br />hairpin turns mark the way<br />to babylon / gj<br /><br />instinct<br />the blood in our veins / ec<br /><br />dried-up rinds<br />of grapefruit litter<br />my Monday mornings / gj<br /><br />paper airplanes<br />still floating on a dream / ec<br /><br />darkness so quiet,<br />only the drip <br />of melting ice / b<br /><br />a spindly wallflower<br />sets my heart abuzz / b<br /><br />two contortionists<br />give shape<br />to the meaning of love / tm <br /><br />pushing the stroller<br />footsteps fall in synch / ec <br /><br />the flight of darts<br />is all i hear<br />in couples counseling / gj <br /><br />lightning clouds change<br />from the inside out / gj<br /><br />up all night<br />the morning glories<br />duped by a full moon/ ec<br /><br />a monarch's journey<br />burdened by early snow / tm<br /><br />the vortex<br />gathering all that is <br />extraordinary / tm<br /><br />after the rains,<br />a map drawn in mud / gj<br /><br />in the end<br />nothing more than<br />a roadside altar / ec<br /><br />bear totem watches<br />lupine fill the valley/ ec<br /><br />a single pole<br />of cherry adorns<br />the busker's hovel / b<br /><br />poor old girl<br />we had to put her down/ ec<br /><br /><br />completed March 22, 2010<br /><br /><br />bandit <br />el coyote<br />govindajohn<br />turdus migratorius<br /><br /><br /><br /> Our Triparshva renku, <span style="font-style:italic;">The Oyster Midden,</span> has been accepted for June 2010 publication at <em><a href="http://geantree.com/">Notes From The Gean</a></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-1706196512555687051?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com141tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-6482267650183150062010-01-12T21:30:00.036-06:002010-08-24T19:15:37.531-05:00Degachi.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/S00-zZpbMwI/AAAAAAAABIY/-tX4IyS4zkw/s1600-h/Seven+Samurai.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/S00-zZpbMwI/AAAAAAAABIY/-tX4IyS4zkw/s200/Seven+Samurai.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426062178830201602" /></a><br /><br /><br />A submissions call for hokku for a triparshava renku of 22 verses beginning with Winter. Members, please submit up to three verses. Discussion will follow.<br /><br />Reader's comments are encouraged and welcome!<br /><br /><br />Side 1 - jo - preface<br /><br />hokku -wi <br />wakiku -wi <br />daisan -ns <br />4 short -ns <br />5 long -sp/su/mn <br />6 short -sp/ns<br /><br />Side 2 - ha - development and intensification <br /><br />7 long -ns <br />8 short -ns <br />9 long -ns/sp <br />10 short -su/sp/lv <br />11 long -ns/lv <br />12 short -ns/lv <br />13 long -ns/lv <br />14 short -au <br />15 long -au mn <br />16 short -au<br /><br />Side 3 - kyu - finale<br /><br />17 long -ns <br />18 short -su <br />19 long -ns <br />20 short -sp <br />21 long -sp/bl <br />ageku -sp <br /><br />(from John Carley's Renku Reckoner)<br /><br />?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????<br /><br /><br /><br />deep river's ice<br />the catfish dream<br />of soaring flight / b<br /><br />myriad ripples <br />on the frozen stream<br />a sudden thaw / b<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />perched upon<br />the oyster midden-<br />two hungry seagulls / ec<br /><br />picking the sinew<br />from our teeth-<br />late winter stew/ ec<br /><br />northern wind-<br />a fallen bird's nest<br />upsets/ unsettles the soul/ ec<br /><br /><br /><br />charcoal rendering<br />of the world today<br />haiti slave ship / gj<br /><br />hawk on a post<br />last night's <br />gargoyle dream / gj<br /><br />center of the tempest<br />cold sparrows<br />in song / gj<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />whale watching<br />once again, only the sky<br />and the sea / rb<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-648226765018315006?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-48650195511281495042009-10-27T22:03:00.015-05:002010-07-01T08:10:12.144-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/Sue0tT22OZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/-_9gB7W-gTc/s1600-h/no+hands.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/Sue0tT22OZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/-_9gB7W-gTc/s320/no+hands.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397481368944261522" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Click over to <a href="http://haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com">Haiku Bandit Society</a> for bandit's solo verses. <br /><br />Any team members interested in starting another renku, written and agonized over live at this site, please respond in comments.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-4865019551128149504?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-81781095060385511682009-09-18T21:31:00.152-05:002010-01-30T23:01:59.374-06:00Twilight Stroll<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SrREselRd_I/AAAAAAAAAmU/LePAOu3pgOw/s1600-h/newfolder+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383002985528915954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SrREselRd_I/AAAAAAAAAmU/LePAOu3pgOw/s320/newfolder+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><align="center"><dd></dd><dd><br />twilight stroll<br />a pocket full<br />of rosehips / ec<br /><br />the leaf strewn path, <br />my footprints in yours / tm<br /><br />shadow<br />of the obelisk<br />changing its shape / b<br /><br />a handwritten note<br />weighted with a stone / ec<br /><br />cassiopeia<br />traced in the dust<br />of a cold moon / b<br /><br />below the boat,<br />infinity tinted blue / tm<br /><br />falling for you-<br />two ball,<br />corner pocket / ec<br /><br />her thighs grip his Harley<br />as young quail scatter /tm<br /><br />the autistic boy,<br />in thrall<br />of shining wind / b<br /><br />a bottle catches the breeze- <br />my sentiments exactly / ec <br /><br />paper, scissors, rock...<br />an origami crane<br />flutters to the ground / tm<br /><br />of rainbows, crayons,<br />and summer school daisies / b<br /><br /><br /><br />tm: <a href="http://tmigratorius.blogspot.com/">turdus migratorius</a>... (Robin)<br />ec: <a href="http://wildgeeseandcows.blogspot.com/">El Coyote</a>... (Eric V.) <br />b: <a href="http://haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com">bandit</a>... (William Sorlien)<br /><br />completed October 27, 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-8178109506038551168?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com103tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-38591779813171546972009-09-08T22:24:00.024-05:002009-10-29T23:25:49.295-05:00Degachi<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SqchaZKPVoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/_qfl6448pfw/s1600-h/rx.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SqchaZKPVoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/_qfl6448pfw/s320/rx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379305017231496834" /></a><br />Hokku submissions for a renku of yet undetermined length-<br />all comments are welcome!<br /><br />mist suspended<br />in brilliantine<br />sunlight -? b<br /><br />drowsy bees<br />listlessly mount<br />blossoms of weeds -? b<br /><br />a drowsy bee's<br />languid humming<br />weeds past full bloom -? b<br /><br />.......................<br /><br />shooting stars<br />unfathomable distance<br />between us -? TM<br /><br />soaking up sunlight;<br />golden apples<br />await the fall-? TM<br /><br />ripened light<br />golden apples<br />await the fall -? TM<br /><br />butterflies...<br />his eyelashes brush<br />my cheek -? TM<br /><br /><br />....................<br /><br /><br />twilight stroll<br />a pocket full<br />of rose hips -? EC<br /><br />seven new bills<br />but at least<br />the Giants won -EC?<br /><br />rising embers<br />the hunting party<br />has returned- EC?<br /><br />ready to bolt<br />the mounted elk head<br />stares at the door- EC?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-3859177981317154697?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-78602102201535679832009-06-26T06:46:00.068-05:002009-11-01T02:57:37.985-06:00Long City Sidewalks<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SkS-mf0DJMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/gqWDXKqjffY/s1600-h/062-C003-027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351611825807107266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SkS-mf0DJMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/gqWDXKqjffY/s320/062-C003-027.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><align="center"><dd></dd><dd>long city sidewalks<br />the sweltering moon<br />aligns with Mars / b<br /><br />past the lemonade,<br />my creaking hammock swing / gj<br /><br />into the wind<br />the crew manuevering<br />to maintain balance / b<br /><br />slow ominous circles<br />a broken wing / gj<br /><br />hiking with Dad<br />my three steps<br />to his one / ah<br /><br />captured tadpoles<br />in a budweiser bottle / gj<br /><br />a brief glimpse,<br />a reflection,<br />vanished in the crowd / b<br /><br />seeing my breath<br />feeling yours / gj<br /><br />gaseous bubbles<br />rise from <br />the ancient pond / b<br /><br />acupressure points<br />easing digestion / gj<br /><br />on Joe Pye's weed<br />caressing<br />the sleepy bees / b<br /><br />a honey colored<br />autumn dusk / gj<br /><br />Completed July 7, 2009<br />Revised July 12, 2009<br /><br />altadenahiker-Karin Bugge<br />bandit-William Sorlien<br />govindajohn-John Merryfield<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-7860210220153567983?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-88333680490250623862009-06-24T08:32:00.001-05:002009-06-24T08:34:48.946-05:00birds-<br />children's lip prints<br />on the window<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-8833368049025062386?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>John Merryfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050517403806998079noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-30666496983281162062009-06-24T00:01:00.004-05:002009-06-24T06:55:02.876-05:00it's summer<br />and are you sentimental?<br />corn again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-3066649698328116206?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>altadenahikernoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-90664759611454496192009-06-23T20:54:00.004-05:002009-06-24T07:15:50.609-05:00sparse shade<br />butterfly wings afford <br />the only breeze<br /><br />The author's are assembling now.<br />As is our "tradition", the author's post an introductory<br />haiku prior to our renku...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-9066475961145449619?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-68637854113582210982009-05-23T14:30:00.060-05:002009-06-02T21:46:37.706-05:00Wild Onions<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SiXkBiKw0CI/AAAAAAAAAdI/CjbYZHIm1K8/s1600-h/37637_79+onion+explosion.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SiXkBiKw0CI/AAAAAAAAAdI/CjbYZHIm1K8/s200/37637_79+onion+explosion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342927247947911202" /></a><br /><br /><br />still night<br />a wandering spirit<br />stirs the wind chimes /ec<br /><br />all alone now<br />a year I'd like to forget /b<br /><br />clear and cold<br />every now and then<br />startled by a spark /bt<br /><br />sock it to-um<br />a family motto /gj<br /><br />elk tracks found<br />under the hunter's moon<br />good omen /tm<br /><br />shooting star...<br />my thoughts return to you/ ec<br /><br />conversing<br />in our autumn voice<br />snails and birds /b<br /><br />apology flowers<br />their passion yet to wither /bt<br /><br />low tide<br />she shows me<br />her stretch marks /gj<br /><br />abstract art<br />not my thing /tm<br /><br />ignoring the signs<br />a growing distance<br />from myself/ ec<br /><br />close friend's return<br />back in touch with my heart /b<br /><br />sunday blues<br />she sneaks up on me<br />the summer moon /bt<br /><br />invoking the tamborine<br />a fragrant breeze /gj<br /><br />sultry whispers -<br />warmed by the whiskey's<br />amber light /tm<br /><br />sparks from the fire<br />eyeing the leftovers /iy<br /><br />the hillside ablaze<br />california poppies<br />rolling unto the sea /ec<br /><br />spring dreams<br />days etched in black and white /b<br /><br />muddled footprints<br />they fade out quickly<br />in remaining snow /bt<br /><br />dusty pick-up<br />turns into the dirt road /gj<br /><br />crackling storm<br />the ozark highlands<br />rumble /tm<br /><br />bucking in the far field<br />spooked horses / ec<br /><br />wild onions<br />the cabin become<br />too close for comfort / b<br /><br />wood stove<br />the heat of family scrabble /bt<br /><br />high noon<br />a herd of lab mice<br />set free /gj<br /><br />joined in flight<br />mosquito hawks make love /tm<br /><br />songs of devotion<br />the rhythm<br />of her breath /ec<br /><br />wind and clouds paint<br />infinite shades of gray /b<br /><br />harvest moon<br />her lullabye<br />becomes a whisper /bt<br /><br />dust of the boulder<br />instant mashed potato /gj<br /><br />the sumo wrestler<br />calls his cat -<br />late night meal /tm<br /><br />the spicy tuna maki<br />tastes a little fishy/ ec<br /><br />the foreman's cold stare<br />a dog takes a last bite<br />of alarm clock / b<br /><br />the flute raised slowly to her lips<br />decrescendo /bt<br /><br />six perceptions<br />reduced by infinity<br />-white cherry blossoms /gj<br /><br />afloat in tranquil waters-<br />songs of silence /tm<br /><br />Completed May 31, 2009<br /><br />el coyote<br />bandit<br />bluetoque<br />govindajohn<br />t.migratorius<br />irie yogini<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-6863785411358221098?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com51tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-12555130312452034222009-05-23T10:03:00.006-05:002009-05-30T12:07:58.787-05:00the long journey home<br />a small pine<br />on the path<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-1255513031245203422?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irieyogininoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-52309508151776851182009-05-21T22:19:00.001-05:002009-05-21T22:21:25.725-05:00the heat of it<br />into my fingers<br /><span class="highlight">green</span> <span class="highlight">tea<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-5230950815177685118?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bluetoquenoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-38111326563904782102009-05-21T18:34:00.002-05:002009-05-21T18:40:28.108-05:00salty plumes<br />rise to greet the sun -<br />whale song<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-3811132656390478210?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T.Migratoriusnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-70350293576671133142009-05-21T16:11:00.000-05:002009-05-21T16:12:59.639-05:00petunia-<br />the town librarian<br />talking to the flowers<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-7035029357667113314?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>John Merryfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050517403806998079noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-34255268132051982472009-05-21T13:46:00.015-05:002009-05-22T00:11:21.878-05:00withered birch<br />hidden amidst green pine<br />mistaken for ghosts <br /><br /><br />The authors are assembling now.<br />As per our "tradition" we post<br />an introductory verse preceding<br />our renku.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-3425526813205198247?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-70395112965192906062009-05-21T12:36:00.002-05:002009-05-21T12:39:15.729-05:00creek side camp<br />a trickle amongst<br />the stars<br /><br />at dawn<br />the sky drained of darkness<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-7039511296519290606?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>el coyotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13610404794176819901noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-58977275598674320072009-04-29T23:07:00.164-05:002011-09-30T09:14:10.093-05:00Under the Porch Light<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SfujxZBPy7I/AAAAAAAAAac/uKgg3-HTf2M/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331034652848147378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SfujxZBPy7I/AAAAAAAAAac/uKgg3-HTf2M/s200/untitled.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><align="center"><dd><dd><dd>birdsong ~<br />I offer my love<br />a cup of green tea<br /><br />tm<br /><br />a sign in the leaves,<br />blue sky less hazy<br /><br />b<br /><br />smiling<br />while tea picking-<br />yellow teeth<br /><br />gj<br /><br />sipping slowly<br />my mind begins to drift<br /><br />ec<br /><br />crushed by the weight ~<br />memories of<br />moonlit snow<br /><br />tm<br /><br />just the right jigglement,<br />fishing through thick ice<br /><br />b<br /><br />haiku drill...<br />wake up<br />listen to the birds<br /><br />gj<br /><br />a new day unfolding,<br />I bow to the east<br /><br />ec<br /><br />sake at noon ~<br />questioning everything<br />I once knew<br /><br />tm<br /><br />a slow dance...<br />watching in the mirror<br /><br />b<br /><br />desolate window,<br />too frightened, wrong way<br />little bird<br /><br />gj<br /><br />crisp moon...<br />out walking in my down vest<br /><br />ec<br /><br />at daybreak<br />black geese depart<br />from this shore<br /><br />tm<br /><br />under the porch light<br />dad calls us all in<br /><br />b<br /><br />oiled wood-<br />puddles of rain<br />so separate<br /><br />gj<br /><br />her peacock feather earrings,<br />the new spring line<br /><br />ec<br /><br />all tangled<br />in blossom scented sheets,<br />laundry day<br /><br />tm<br /><br />wafting soap bubbles<br />lead us out of the forest<br /><br />b<br /><br />light shafts above<br />-a break in the pattern<br />releases the soul<br /><br />ec<br /><br />a sun dagger motif<br />and the smell of hail<br /><br />gj<br /><br />turbulence<br />forcing the plane higher<br />...photo of his wife<br /><br />tm<br /><br />their old 'kettle whistles-<br />one chipped cup<br /><br />b<br /><br />long shadows,<br />the cicada's song<br />winding down<br /><br />ec<br /><br />family on the mountain road,<br />a little cuckoo<br /><br />gj<br /><br />the mantel clock<br />ticks incessantly,<br />a fly in my coffee<br /><br />tm<br /><br />afloat on the tranquil sea,<br />baby's first breaststroke<br /><br />b<br /><br />here nor there,<br />the balsa wood raft<br />rocks me to sleep<br /><br />ec<br /><br />awakened by the milky way,<br />so it seems<br /><br />gj<br /><br />autumn colors<br />fade into gray,<br />waxing moon<br /><br />tm<br /><br />confiding in the scarecrow<br />a vow to change the world<br /><br />b<br /><br />pandemic,<br />the stranger's smile<br />contagious<br /><br />ec<br /><br />face off...<br />demon mask in the temple<br /><br />gj<br /><br />white cranes<br />practicing tadasana,<br />the misty lagoon<br /><br />tm<br /><br />writing in silence<br />with invisible ink<br /><br />b<br /><br />inspiration...<br />blossoms fall on my empty page<br />ever so softly<br /><br />ec<br /><br />i can hear you<br />many baby birds<br /><br />gj<br /><br />begun on April 29, 2009<br />completed May 6, 2009<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://tmigratorius.blogspot.com/">T. Migratorius</a> verses 1, 5, 9, 13, 17, 21, 25, 29, 33<br /><br /><a href="http://haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com/">Bandit</a> verses 2, 6, 10, 14, 18, 22, 26, 30, 34<br /><br /><a href="http://renga-haikubanditsociety.blogspot.com/">GovindaJohn</a> verses 3, 7, 11, 15, 20, 24, 28, 32, 36<br /><br /><a href="http://wildgeeseandcows.blogspot.com/">El Coyote</a> verses 4, 8, 12, 16, 19, 23, 27, 31, 35</dd></align="center"><br /><br />Green Tea and Bird Song dot blogspot dot com<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-5897727559867432007?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com69tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-81818307516404139902009-04-29T09:36:00.001-05:002009-04-29T09:36:57.212-05:00morning star<br />a single ship<br />on the horizon<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-8181830751640413990?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>el coyotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13610404794176819901noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-77888729317152383342009-04-28T09:18:00.004-05:002009-04-28T09:29:00.450-05:00blue bird nest-<br />a gust turns a twig<br />into a twig again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-7788872931715238334?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>John Merryfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050517403806998079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-13602237728229478622009-04-28T07:55:00.004-05:002009-04-29T23:47:48.625-05:00work day dawn<br />mourning doves lend calm <br />to bird chatter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-1360223772822947862?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-92071774206305839292009-04-27T21:07:00.003-05:002009-05-04T20:29:27.584-05:00<div align="center"><dd>wisteria climbs</div><div align="center">the old apple tree</div><div align="center"><dd>first warm wind</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-9207177420630583929?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T.Migratoriusnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-50025548557749778182009-04-21T22:43:00.006-05:002010-02-18T22:15:02.970-06:00Of interest to renjin:<br /><br /><a href="http://worldhaikureview.googlepages.com/renkuforissue2">http://worldhaikureview.googlepages.com/renkuforissue2</a><br /><br />and a list of interesting links courtesy of Gabi sensei:<br /><br /><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/happyhaiku/links/KIGO___Kiyose_and_Sa_001087608594/">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/happyhaiku/links/KIGO___Kiyose_and_Sa_001087608594/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-5002554855774977818?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-70755236017002865712009-04-20T14:19:00.098-05:002009-05-06T14:08:59.429-05:00The Long Journey of a Falling Leaf<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SezLqDtvYhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/yVLTKy6Y-d4/s1600-h/mia_21996h.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326856382684553746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/SezLqDtvYhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/yVLTKy6Y-d4/s400/mia_21996h.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />riding the tide<br />swirling peach blossoms<br />- laughter on the shore<br /><br />the black squirrel at dawn<br />digging up tulips<br /><br />that clown<br />is my bodhisattva<br />-his pinwheel spinning<br /><br />noises under the hood<br />an incessant treadmill<br /><br />souls coming, going<br />a funeral pyre<br />licks the moon<br /><br />exhaling, in cool night air<br />wind chimes<br /><br />inhaling poppies-<br />bombs over afghanistan<br />come home<br /><br />breathing you in<br />intoxicating<br /><br />a mental note<br />to call his mother<br />graveyard walk<br /><br />a deep sigh...<br />deciding to go on alone<br /><br />the long journey<br />of a falling leaf-<br />do it again<br /><br />the old neighborhood<br />city streets wet with rain<br /><br />thunderheads<br />discussing their son<br />he's caught in the moon<br /><br />plum wine and cedar smoke<br />- drifting off to raindrops<br /><br />empty swing<br />between being and non-being<br />still swinging<br /><br />skirting wakefulness and dreams<br />furry buddha licks my face<br /><br />her father's grizzled beard<br />pops the red balloon<br />-cherry blossoms<br /><br />startled sparrows...<br />her fluttering hand fan<br /><br />a simple breakfast<br />as we wait for dawn<br />green tea and birdsong<br /><br />a double kigo<br />sometimes hits the spot<br /><br />two tracks<br />one follows another<br />but wanders along the way<br /><br />unsettled mind<br />telling secrets to the worry doll<br /><br />withered lotus<br />daydreams linger<br />into darkness<br /><br />evening downpour<br />a rainbow flag<br /><br />midnight prayers<br />amidst the echos<br />of Quetzalcoatl<br /><br />echoes in the canyon<br />she won't return my calls<br /><br />long distance-<br />we finish each other's<br />sentence<br /><br />autumn deepens<br />companion book explains<br /><br />lanterns set afloat<br />-my last friend<br />the moon<br /><br />lights out!<br />a toast to morning glory<br /><br />looking over<br />this dewy path<br />fleeting autumn<br /><br />to be a flower or a boat<br />the path narrows<br /><br />brush strokes-<br />the current quickens<br />it's pace<br /><br />on wet canvas<br />the butterfly's flutter<br /><br />under rainy skies<br />barberry leaves more red<br />yellow blossoms<br /><br />warrior's heart<br />bursting from the surprise of birds<br /><br /><br />A kasen completed April 24, 2009<br /><br />Authors:<br /><br />bandit--<br />verses 4, 8, 12, 16, 19, 23, 27, 31, 35<br /><br />bluetoque--<br />verses 2, 6, 9, 13, 17, 21, 24, 28, 32<br /><br /><div>el coyote--</div><div>verses 1, 5, 10, 14, 18, 22, 25, 29, 33<br /><br /></div><div>govindajohn--<br />verses 3, 7, 11, 15, 20, 24, 28, 32, 36</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-7075523601700286571?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com73tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-20662275725160887452009-04-20T13:42:00.006-05:002009-04-20T14:24:08.040-05:00today's rain- <br />though tommorrow <br />turtle's sing!<br /><br />Welcome, authors!<br /><br />Shall we begin?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-2066227572516088745?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-29622565186156468992009-04-20T11:40:00.002-05:002009-04-20T13:49:10.955-05:00Greetings! In the spirit of bird song <a href="http://fullmoonofnovember.blogspot.com/">allow me to introduce myself</a> with a bit of tanka prose.<br /><br />Our Easter Sunday was spent on a nature walk. It was colder than expected, and clear. The autumn leaves still trapped beneath a thin layer of ice, waiting to decay. We brought along sunflower seeds and listened for the familiar tune of the black-cap chickadees following us through the forest. Standing quietly, we were rewarded with some special visitors.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">easter sunday</div><div style="text-align: center;">a black-cap chickadee flickers </div><div style="text-align: center;">from a bare branch</div><div style="text-align: center;">to my palm</div><div style="text-align: center;">and back again</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-2962256518615646899?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bluetoquenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-24711395418061253822009-04-20T09:42:00.007-05:002009-04-20T14:14:00.066-05:00Testing, testing...<br />Hello everyone! <a href="http://wildgeeseandcows.blogspot.com/">El coyote</a> here...<br />so it looks like I'm good to go!<br />Thank you so much for including me on this project, I'm honored.<br /><br />purple silk<br />the maiden adjusts her kimono<br />- wind in the iris<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-2471139541806125382?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>el coyotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13610404794176819901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-908788827168560182009-04-20T00:40:00.001-05:002009-04-20T00:42:26.243-05:00silent retreat-<br />clever monks pretend<br />to be soap bubbles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-90878882716856018?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>John Merryfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050517403806998079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-75863297663130929282009-03-03T09:27:00.061-06:002009-04-19T21:07:18.866-05:00Green Tea and Bird Song: First Offering<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/Sa5zyz_-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Dx3fDk1Nkxs/s1600-h/k1321125.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309308327505580658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mih1rxW0iLM/Sa5zyz_-UnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Dx3fDk1Nkxs/s200/k1321125.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />a triparshva<br />free-form renku<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />new beginnings<br />pecking the egg<br />from the inside<br /><br />mc<br /><br />muted birdsong<br />frost on the window<br /><br />ws<br /><br />fresh green tea<br />having trouble<br />with the plastic wrap<br /><br />jm<br /><br />grand opening<br />master laughs in the garden<br /><br />mc<br /><br />late winter bouquet<br />fermented rice and<br />a drunken moon<br /><br />mc<br /><br />1000 flowers not enough<br />let's have a parade<br /><br />jm<br /><br />keeping in step<br />the musician's notes<br />lost to the wind<br /><br />ws<br /><br />a winter breeze<br />pure white seagull<br /><br />jm<br /><br />the crow's silhouette<br />awaiting my muse<br />winter's end<br /><br />ws<br /><br />awakened late by reggaeton<br />a moon halo<br /><br />jm<br /><br />dem bow gotta beat<br />but she loves it<br />on the one<br /><br />ws<br /><br />in so deep<br />i leave the mosquito alone<br /><br />jm<br /><br />butterfly<br />a slight draft breaks my<br />concentration<br /><br />ws<br /><br />each bell another season<br />passing goats<br /><br />jm<br /><br />wind chimes<br />absolutely still<br />heart beating faster<br /><br />ws<br /><br />no books nor compass<br />only the kindness of wings<br /><br />jm<br /><br />always drifting<br />no place of my own<br />follow the moon<br /><br />ws<br /><br />seeds in the breeze<br />sprouts in the compost<br /><br />mc<br /><br />message<br />in a bottle<br />sea turtle eggs<br /><br />jm<br /><br />in an instant<br />stepping into spring<br /><br />ws<br /><br />unbidden snow<br />one final fling<br />equinox<br /><br />ws<br /><br />honeymoon<br />a honeycomb of white light<br /><br />jm<br /><br />Michelle Chandler, John Merryfield and William Sorlien<br />March 26, 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-7586329766313092928?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-48861269125202583292009-03-03T07:50:00.006-06:002009-03-04T07:12:02.388-06:00spring walk<br />children stop along the way<br />to eat the flowers<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-4886126912520258329?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>John Merryfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09050517403806998079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-34877872108809153452009-03-02T17:56:00.006-06:002009-03-09T02:42:22.598-05:00a snowflake<br />unlike any other<br />we think alike<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-3487787210880915345?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-38778823928170975602009-03-02T09:44:00.013-06:002009-03-09T02:41:45.996-05:00new beginnings<br />pecking the egg<br />from the inside<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-3877882392817097560?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irieyogininoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929536341262907136.post-53511229471369663402009-03-01T21:05:00.002-06:002009-03-02T20:34:00.686-06:00The authors are assembling now.<br />Watch this site for further developments.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929536341262907136-5351122947136966340?l=greenteaandbirdsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291863523347898783noreply@blogger.com0