I haven't said much lately.
This is mostly due to the unfortunate preoccupation of over-commitment, but can be partially explained by another writing project I've been working on which I'm excited to share with you - eventually.
But for now, I have an idea.
It's not original, but neither am i.
It is unique however, and so am we.
It's called Renga.
It's a traditional form of process poetry which is responsible for what we now know to be the Haiku, and this is how it works:
Person A writes a Haiku
(a short poem consisting of 3 lines with syllables counting 5-7-5).
Person B writes 2 addition lines of 7 syllables each to tag on the ending of the first Haiku.
Person C writes another Haiku, drawing primarily on the last 2 lines for inspiration.
Person D writes 2 more lines of 7 syllables..and so on and so forth.
And seeing how i only affiliate with quick-witted, well-learned, articulate and creative people, i think this could go somewhere..
Or it could just be me ending a post with 17 strangely organized syllables. Either way, I come out looking more inspired and poetic than i really am, which i'm obviously OK with.
therefore...
Fading yellow leaves
Form ranks in Color's last march
Against coming clouds
*idea taken blatantly and without apology from http://www.soulpancake.com/view_post/1498568/i-see-your-haiku-and-raise-you-a-renga.html (which is a great blog you should all follow)
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Assemble just to retreat
ReplyDeleteBombshells beneath children's feet
Leafy landmines fail
ReplyDeleteCrumble without explosion
Their only sound: *crunch*
Still only to be revived
ReplyDeleteWith the turning into fall
While enemy clouds
ReplyDeleteTriumphant only some time
Crash into the sea
The sea opens up it's mouth
ReplyDeleteTo swallow season's retreat
upon coming home
ReplyDeletethey kissed deeply, thanking God
a moment of peace.
they regret ever leaving,
ReplyDeletesick of selfish apathy
Lips no longer lone
ReplyDeleteIgnore the branches above
Twigs becoming homes
The scent of past passions strong
ReplyDeleteSeem surprisingly cliche
For what lies ahead
ReplyDeleteMystery to the unknown
New scents to unfold