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Renga Haiku

Infinity_NowInfinity_Now Posts: 188
edited October 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
"Haiku is both a type of poetic pattern and a way of experiencing the world. This short, 17-syllable form, usually written in three lines with a 5-7-5 syllable count, focuses our attention on a single, insightful moment. Closely tied to the Japanese aesthetic of Yugen and the spirituality of Buddhism, Haiku looks deceptively simple, yet can take years to master. A well-executed haiku is rooted in the physical world of our senses, yet suggests something deeper, often evoking the mysterious, transitory nature of all existence."

Let's start a renga haiku!

"...this chaining of verses called renga, could sometimes add up to hundreds of linked tanka (or haiku)."

Pearl Jam Self Titled
To Free Grave Yard Airwaves and
Exhume MTV

Motherless Children
Youth Allow Liberation
A.M. to P.M.

Early Morning Moon
Of The Spirit Of Woodstock
Let This Summer Rock!
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  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    subsonics vibrate
    speakers in an auto's doors
    ament's bass moves air
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,265
    I've also heard that in renga, which what makes these haiku threads so perfect, the person writing basically reacts to what was just written.

    a statue does not move silent air
    road trip
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    montana empty
    save the grass, the moving air
    one car on the road
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,265
    an empty road
    between the yellow tape
    two no three skid marks
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    Harmony
    Not A Through Street
    Yield
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,265
    An empty bottle in the backseat.
    He thought he could fly,
    and didn't yield.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    to his self he surrendered
    broken, crooked in a ditch
    one bad hangover
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,265
    to his self he surrendered
    broken, crooked in a ditch
    one bad hangover


    a tree bends in the latest storm
    crooked branches lean towards sunlight
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    island palm running parallel to ground
    against the wind
    lean skyward
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,265
    wind pushes the palm
    grasping sand
    ever skyward
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    coconut
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,265
    branches bend during a storm
    cage me in the former step
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    promises to boys
    written in the sand with toes
    lips sip coconuts
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    kisses for ladies,
    smitten by wind blown tresses
    slips a tip of tongue
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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