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WHCshortverses - Symbiotic Poetry Selections

 

WHCshortverses Selections: Symbiotic Poetry
Selected by Werner Reichhold

 

Linked Cinquain

First Light

Debra Woolard Bender Florida, USA
Marjorie Buettner, Minnesota, USA


first light
above black pine
brings dawn on heron's wing
from eastern shore to western skies
silence



last light
lingering on
and on the distant hills
some deeper loneliness abides
within




deep night
falls between us
through transparent spaces
the shapes of emptiness without
filling



still point
between two worlds
this early morning hour
how I long to cross this timescape
to you




still hour
exists as though
we never lived nor touched
and moving through this this sleep of dreams
I die


For linked cinquain I see a future as much as for linked tanka. There is a new world to explore with those techniques. [wr]




"New Forms" Violenga (new forms "colorenga")
(this form was created by Alexis K Rotella)

Sweet Ophelia  

Sheila Windsor, UK
Cindy Tebo, Missouri, USA


composing haiku....I would have missed the lilac but for its scent 

battered wife....the rainbow arc of her fading bruise 

rhythmic sucking....the depth of my baby's eyes

small sips....a wine taster samples the burgundy

hendrix....after all these years....same haze

star amethyst....spokes of light on the wall

I would give you some violets....sweet Ophelia

stormy skies   the empty house of purple martins

bedtime reading....he blows out the candle

finally in season....the sun-ripened plums

your blue....my red....together

knee high thistle....a hobo along the railroad tracks




In this 'form' every other line introduces a color. Interesting to try but how many of 'color-collaborations' can be done? [wr]

*Learn how to collaborate on colorengas and other "new forms" symbiotic (linked) verse on "still": http://www.into.demon.co.uk/index1.htm

 


After-Thought

(Ren #1 of 9, the Wordsworth Papers)
William Wordsworth, Debra Woolard Bender, paul t. conneally
Drawing by Susumu Takiguchi



XXXIV. After-Thought (from The River Duddon, A Series of Sonnets)
William Wordsworth 1820


           I THOUGHT of Thee, my partner and my guide,
           As being past away.--Vain sympathies!
           For, backward, Duddon, as I cast my eyes,
           I see what was, and is, and will abide;
           Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;
           The Form remains, the Function never dies;
           While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise,
           We Men, who in our morn of youth defied
           The elements, must vanish;--be it so!
           Enough, if something from our hands have power
           To live, and act, and serve the future hour;
           And if, as toward the silent tomb we go,
           Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,
           We feel that we are greater than we know.


still glides the Stream...and in its gliding
.....................................ever the same...remains


         she was eighteen
         when we met by the river
         her black hair
         moving with the breeze
         at her shoulders

   when I move
   ........in pace with the constant stream
   ................stillness


          walking and searching
          my head this way and that
          through busy streets
          hoping to catch a glimpse
          to meet by accident

a glimmer
...........the smallness of these hands
........................cupping water

 

*Afterthought" is a multi-layered "ren" of classic poetry (sonnet) by a classic European poet, found poetry, zip (a haiku analogue developed by poet, John E. Carley, Pennines, UK - in this ren, the first haiku is zip format), haiku, tanka, renku and visual art. 

Drawing  is a copy-drawing by Susumu Takiguchi from a red-chalk portrait of Wordsworth by Henry William Pickersgill (1782-1875)

 

**We are pleased to announce this ren (#1) will be first published in print in the excellent journal, South by South East on a date to be announced.

**See #21 of Fragments Ongoing Anthology at happa-no-kofu for ren #2 of  the Wordsworth Papers Series, "Her Eyes are Wild."  [DB]



Here, Debi and Paul, both collaborate with a sonnet done by William Wordsworth, creating a special 'constellation of poetry'. Hopefully others will feel inspired by them and try out 'multi-layered genre'. [wr]


Free Linking

Old Poets

Cindy Tebo, Missouri, USA
Alan Mietlowski

(a free-link poem; theme of "pairs" - disregarding renku rules concerning repetition; Alan Mietlowski passed away shortly after this was written)



chess game
two old players
forgetting whose turn it is 

alone in the park
two geese 
              

up and down
the flight of twins
on a seesaw            

alone in the sky
two dragon kites 
  

baseball diamond
a pair of boys chasing
the same ground ball    

two hawks circle
a deserted field  
      

old pond
answering its mate
a frog croaks            

canyon echo
two crows calling      


newlyweds
letting the mules lead
down the trail                

a pair of doves
standing in the rain  
      

cacti
their arms entwined
lovers kiss                    

two hummingbirds
sky diving                    

tennis match
between husband and wife
40 love   
                                 

in the waiting room
my father holding his breath    

rock, paper, scissors
a couple of hands
operating 
                       

roadside temple
two monks kneeling        

a double feature
at the drive-in. . .
no one watching the movie    


the sparrow's nest
two eggs unhatched        

closed for the season
two deer roam
an amusement park        

laughing children
a pair of clownfish
        

the full moon
reflected in the creek
a willow tree                

one leaf falls
then another   
             

morning frost
two squirrels gather nuts
beneath the oak tree           

footprints
a second time on the path
  

mother may I
take two giant steps
forward 
                        

on the wooded path
a grandmother and grandson

double dutch
the rhythm
of jump ropes turning 
       

two pine cones lay
beside the jump rope        

freeze tag
one child chasing another
through the snow
                

two-foot snowbank
a snowplow rushes past    

blinding snow
brother and sister
putting on their parkas        

at the end of the field
a pair of rocks
                

Sunday morning
two bishops
leading the prayer        

a curtain call
for the king and queen
        

the game ends . . .
a final handshake
between opponents
       


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