Renga

my reading list of lyrical microblogs, and some playful phrasings i want to remember - @WriterToGo

[Mykl i am @MYKLiAM]

"All the dreams
you show up in
are not your own."

[Barico @NJBarico]

#tanka #5lines

April moon
a restless river sings
a song it learned
from a thousand
mountain streams

#NPRpoetry @npratc

[Asura's Haiku @AsurasHaiku]

after the rain
the full moon
sheds its skin

--Takada Rozan (1956-2013)

雨上がりの満月が脱皮している　高田弄山

#haiku #freeformhaiku #translation

[Mykl i am @MYKLiAM]

At today's waking light
i never stopped to write
just puttered about in haste
never pausing to chase
any fleeting recollection
no nocturnal detection
stumbling toward okay
facing the fresh born day
until with coffee hot
morning dream's forgot.

[Paul Engel @LaughingMonki]

seven turtles
sunning on a log--
called in sick today

#senryu

[Renga @renga]

"Crows scatter like memories in the snow."

- Anne Sampson

https://t.co/iAOyRxjvZI

[Mykl i am @MYKLiAM]

#overheard:

"These mountains
older than bones"

[FU+ O’Cennaghaer @Cennaghaer]

the rain & mist
of winter born
rinse once vibrant
the highland ridge
sluicing umber
down rill & bourn
overflowing
past the bridge
this frothing ale
through creek & brook
floods the dale
where branches shook
swelling that river
who flows into sea
exacting a shiver
too far from me

[Renga @renga]

Compar'd to these stormes, death is but a qualme,
Hell somewhat lightsome, and the'Bermuda calme.

- John Donne, "The Storme"

https://t.co/0uCNqTvAht

[Renga @renga]

fragrant blossoms
rain snowy naiveté
from the old tree

- @MYKLiAM

[FU+ O’Cennaghaer @Cennaghaer]

where greening forests
caress the river silent
now find us dancing.

[Renga @renga]

My mother is soil
A warm brook and vengeful wind
And I have her smile

- @MissHanniRose

https://t.co/GBDaqgDJtF

[FU+ O’Cennaghaer @Cennaghaer]

each seed
treasure, atop
fresh snow.

[Mykl i am @MYKLiAM]

fresh snow
silhouetting
birds vivid:
golden finches,
cardinals red.

[Kazuko M. @EstherHawdon]

"Amidst life and death,
Snow continues to fall." Santoka
(images: Shotei Takahashi)

[Renga @renga]

“no friends but the mountains”

[A Small Fiction @ASmallFiction]

The world was a bit of a rock tumbler, he found.

It spun and battered away at him, grinding away the rough edges.

Eventually spitting him out, shiny and polished.

And somehow smaller.

[tinywords @tinywords]

dusk crawls across the field crickets

-Mary Jo Balistreri
https://t.co/QTwzUGbbmv

[vultural @vultural]

I remember, as a child, disappearing into the night sky, but I don't remember ever coming back

[Renga @renga]

"his head of stopped fire"

- Lola Haskins

https://t.co/7mON9rrwp7