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Carpe Diem #1704 Beachcomber … Renga With Jane Reichhold

Beachcombing (Message In A Bottle)

missing the malls
on the ocean beach
she gathers shells

designer sandal peering
from remains of sandcastle

afternoon wind
all the beachcomber’s words
blown out to sea

setting sun swallowing
colorful phrases

high tide
the beach leaves a mark
in her book

she laughs as I retrieve
a floating umbrella

cold beach walk
on sun-warmed car seats
two sweatshirts

soft cotton caresses skin
waves in background roar

a special beach
I put a pebble in my mouth
before leaving

the jagged cliffs fading
blackness, yet everything remains

smelling the light
on her tanned shoulder
home from the beach

she slips into nothingness
spilling the sand from her shoes

Haiku are   © Jane Reichhold (Extracted from “A Dictionary Of  Haiku”)

Sunday Morning

Carpe Diem #1604 Tan Renga Challenge Month 2019 (8) Sunday morning


Sunday morning 
all the waves in white
kneeling on the beach                © Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)

plover fish along the shore
where we hunt for sea shells



Carpe Diem #1547 Renga With … the big five haiku poets

long this road
goes no one
this autumn eve                                       © Basho

only the wind and leaves
journey this desolate way

when I go out of the gate
I also am a traveller
in the autumn evening                             © Buson

following colorful path
toward new adventure

autumn’s bright moon
however far I walked, still afar off
in an unknown sky                                    © Chiyo-Ni

dimly lighting the path
of unbridled dreams

two houses!
two houses making rice-cakes:
autumn rain                                               © Issa

knocking at the door
begging for reprieve

with the autumn tempest
the small drum
falls from its shelf                                     © Shiki

beat of the thunder
like a line of tin soldiers

it is seen
in the papier-maché cat
the morning of autumn                          © Basho

colors glisten in its eyes
glowing on wet leaves

Autumn Sorrow

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #57 Renga With … six haiku poets


at the gate of a deserted house,
a cicada is crying in the rays
of the evening sun                     © Shiki

I pick a chrysanthemum
plucking the petal as I walk

all my years
floating in the river
a childish heart                          © Jane Reichhold

happy memories entangled
in s flow of tears

autumn’s bright moon,
however far I walked, still afar off
in an unknown sky                        © Chiyo-Ni

no matter how high I climb
I cannot reach your heart

a flash of lightning:
the screech of a night-heron
flying in the darkness                 © Basho

returns me to the present
I enter the garden gate

pressing sushi;
after a while,
a feeling of loneliness                 © Buson

fermentation a slow process
so is getting over you

the coolness
of the sound of water at night,
falling back into the well           © Issa

Washing away my sadness
I don a summer kimono

Renga With H.F. Noyes

Carpe Diem #1523 H.F. Noyes’ … rusty toy truck (Renga With …)

1_U3ZZKcL7fw7ZI1nqe-DD1g.jpegbright fall day
the brook wanders off
its shimmer lingers

wittering pine siskins
flashing yellow

raking aside leaves
on the backyard pond
I release the moon
a koi breaks its hold

in a wake of ripples

evening walk
the creak of my boots
invades the stars
stirrings of crickets echo
in the distance an owl’s screech

full moon rising
nowhere on the empty beach
to hide our love
seeds of passion surge

a stolen kiss returned

as if nothing happened
the crow there
the willow here
walk continues

down forgotten trail

rusty toy truck
stuck on the mudbank
a cargo of blossoms
filtered light of a street lamp
illuminating sakura

© H.F. Noyes © Dolores 


Carpe Diem #1512 Chiyo-Ni … THE female haiku master (Renga With …)

The hokKu for this renga are by my favorite haiku artist, Chiyo-Ni

IMG_2699.JPGmorning glory!
the well bucket-entangled,
I ask for water

from the pond itself
my hand stirs reflection

a single spider’s thread
ties the duckweed
to the shore

watching in fascination
the eight legged trapeze artist

a dandelion
now and then interrupting
the butterfly’s dream

bits of fluff airborne
twirl with delight

sound of things
dropping from the tree–
autumn wind

tall grasses turning to seed
summer flowers brown with age

parents older than I
are now my children
the same cicadas

keeping the passage of time
the river ebbs and flows

to listen,
fine not to listen, fine too…

songs of the seasons
songs of sadness and joy

A Mark on the Wall

Renga With Basho #9 A Mark On The Wall

path of the sun
the hollyhock leans into
early summer rain

shallow roots struggling
for a deeper ballast

don’t be like me
even though we’re like the melon
split in two

neglected and forgotten
our relationship  decays

wait awhile
cut the soy beans to the sound
of monks beating bowls

sync the rhythm of our lives
press my heart to yours

summer rain
where the poem card peeled off
a mark on the wall

your words scaring my heart
crumbling tear stained paper

building a bridge
between snow-covered mountains
white egrets

flimsy patch  bares its limit
broken threads dangle loosely

plovers fly away
the evening grows later with
cold mountain winds

our hands linger momentarily
last touch as we separate

© Matsuo Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold, taken from: Basho, the complete haiku)

Logged Tree

Carpe Diem’s Renga Challenge #2 logged tree

the blue sea
in waves smelling of saké
tonight’s full moon

together at the cliffs edge
our first kiss

early summer rain
the green of a rock cypress
lasting how long

loves first blush
begins to fade

on a bare branch
a crow settled down
autumn evening

the sound of your voice
echoes hollowly

logged tree
see the larger cut end is
a harvest moon

joys of the season
wither too soon

Haiku © Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

Renga Challenge #1

 Carpe Diem’s Renga Challenge #1 a cherry tree blooming in old age

The haiku are © Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold, “Basho, The Complete Haiku”  The renga lines are mine.

the voice of reeds
sounds like the autumn wind
from another mouth

echoing with loneliness
stirring the hopes of the past

in summer rain
would you be happy with
the moon’s face

when an other’s wistful eyes
shine much brighter than the stars

separated by clouds
the wild goose lives apart for a while
from his friend

someday soon, my darling love
we too will be together

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