Harvest Season
Renga
by
2727California
Street
Poetry
Club
11/20/19
This collection of
Renga poetry was collaboratively created on November 20, 2019, at 2727
California Street by the Poetry Club.
Debby Charlene Segal facilitated and edited this work.
The poets who
contributed stanzas:
Debby
Lydia
Lylah
Marco
Sophia
October moon, shrunk
to a bright threaded sliver
lights sleeping wheat field
pitch black five-thirty PM
sight given on next full moon
I know water is
west of here water waiting
for me to visit
the water is very kind
and is very good for me
I wish I was home
but now I'm stuck over here
when will it be done?
I wish to be understood
I see a middle finger
I am lost in thought
climbing my way back to here
noticing my foot
change is the only constant
constantly I am surprised
does a llama cry?
does a llama feel wonder?
how will we know this?
I asked the pensive white beast
contemptuous, quiet said all
wild fire, flown water
trees flaming hot, smoke rising
sad, not beautiful
volcanoes are amazing
so, so hot, the fire is blue
I once heard of a
volcano rock goddess in
a Hawaiian book
I draw my thought with a pen
but my thought starts to fade now
heavy blue squash sat
on the counter in low light
early dinner time
the dinner bell rings--- ding! ding!
the hungry workers eat squash
in a quiet wood
a bear scoops amber honey
hibernation soon
not so quiet, bird splashed blue
squawks and dives between
branches
if only, she said
yes, if, said he, but no more
thoughts stopped, quiet glances
heartaches are truly the worst
but it makes you feel alive
the little feeling
inside is all that we have
cherished sacredness
cherished hearts of good people
we will show this world now
peaceful, peaceful fish
swimming in the great big sea
showing love and peace
every scale a message now
one fish eating another
a muddy footprint
under a bridge--- earthly thing
I live here alone
I am of the earth, are you?
I am of the sand and rock
goddess of the night
as I sleep--- watch over me---
you rule the darkness
we want to live forever
so we shouldn't choose to die
fruits are always in season
California persimmons
sweet little pumpkins
crunchy leaves fall to the ground
crunchy leaves all get crunched
on
I love the forest
the forest is so peaceful
I wish I lived there
caterpillars do
and thick yellow slugs
I am in the sun
wishing to be in shadows
wishing for something
where did my youth go? Tell me!
I ranted at the hilltops
I lost it somewhere
wrinkles and gray hair suit me---
I know myself now
some things gone need not be
found
some losses are natural
this one blue-eyed dog
seems at times not animal
but then poops on rug
animals--- like us, I thought
but are probably smarter
I have been thinking
about Chinese medicine
body as nature
they all help us live if we
share all the things we all have
who is that I see?
there is something in the sea!
there lays big Nessie!
I've heard the story since birth
I'm humble at the lake's edge
a man rakes the grass
he can hear the crunch of leaves
crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch,
crunch
tree trunks get knocked hard with
brooms
walnuts in strange black shells
sea and horizon
one color silver I think
seal slips off the rocks
the wet rocks are slippery
and covered in barnacles
where am I to go?
is the cry of the wild geese
where is my new home?
the fish could not hear, safe
below
the pounding rain, a soft rhythm
her bicycle gone
who would do this, she despaired
then--- there! ---by a tree
jump for joy my bike is here
freedom is with me, goodbye!
grrr, hsst, slither, bay
ba -tat-tat-tat ---"who goes
there?"
night animals live
look right over there--- you see?
the animals who rule night
earth, fire and water
metal wood air--- they help us
they all help us live
water is in the air now
a big dark cloud overhead
together with God
rain on top of our fat heads
God don't mind puddles
today I will be happy---
I'm not promised tomorrow
butternut squash at
the market--- kale and corn, too;
one more tomato
The shop workers are bored--not
having seen the young corn sprout
up
large flat rock, on sand
sea water just a puddle
has seen angry water
expansive, full of all
emotion, the ocean, our sea
I do not see you
you are big and unmoving
where are you brother?
although I may not see well,
I can still hear your deep voice
I know I just lost,
but that is alright with me
at least I got it
I got something that's just mine
I floated on the water
crows fly over me
an elephant steps over
belly grazing head
bark peeling from the tree trunks
shows the stag has scratched his
head
small twigs crunch under
the feet of all who run here
soon they will be soil
ashes to ashes, dust/dust
soil releasing old spirits
Icarus soared, high
ecstatic, triumph is his!
Even as wings melt
we could live a very long time
if we really wanted to
*The End*