Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
At the end of Mother's Day I welcome you at a new episode in our Tan Renga Challenge Month. I hope you all have had a wonderful Mother's Day and especially I hope that our haiku poetess who delivers us her haiku as the starting verse will have had a great festa della mamma.
autum leaves turn redFor this episode I have chosen a haiku by one of our long time participants and one of our co-hosts at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, Georgia (a.k.a. Bastet). Georgia is a very gifted haiku poetess and she has been several times the co-host here and she once won our kukai. Her e-book "old bamboo wind chimes" you can find in our Carpe Diem Library.
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Here is her haiku which will be our "hokku" (starting verse) of today's Tan Renga Challenge:
a dream in a dream
sand slipping through old fingers
autumn leaves turn red
© Georgia
And here is my try to turn it into a beautiful Tan Renga:
a dream in a dream
sand slipping through old fingers
autumn leaves turn red © Georgia
the sound of laughter resonates
children dancing in the street © Chèvrefeuille
What a joyful scene I would say ... children playing in the street dancing through the fallen leaves throwing them up high swirling ...
This episode is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until May 13th at noon (CET). Our new "hokku" (starting verse) is now on our twitter account.
sand slipping through old fingers
autumn leaves turn red
© Georgia
And here is my try to turn it into a beautiful Tan Renga:
a dream in a dream
sand slipping through old fingers
autumn leaves turn red © Georgia
the sound of laughter resonates
children dancing in the street © Chèvrefeuille
What a joyful scene I would say ... children playing in the street dancing through the fallen leaves throwing them up high swirling ...
This episode is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until May 13th at noon (CET). Our new "hokku" (starting verse) is now on our twitter account.
Tan Renga Challenge " autumn leaves turn red "
ReplyDeletea dream in a dream
sand slipping through old fingers
autumn leaves turn red Georgia
in an island museum his legacy
the art of his labor Joyce Lorenson
So classical and original ! You are wonderful , dear friend !
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