A Hundred Gourds 1:4 September 2012
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This Plenitude
for Hortensia

Side 1

grey mists cloak a pair of wedgetails between rugged peaks
eerie sounds resound from the eyrie
humming all along the watchtower Princes kept the view
an army of ants march across the lawns
so now I can't sleep damn you white-hot summer moon!
please, when will this nagging pain disappear?


Side 2

he has this habit
of showing up suddenly
for lunch

three nuns take to the woods
for new mushrooms

running frantic
to escape rocks and trees
autumn landslide

that ecstatic maenad
awakens again

angrily she
snaps his frozen knickers
on the washing line

Ah! Pablo Fanque and
the fabulous Mr. Kite


Side 3

as dusk falls       the song of birds
after a long       hard working day
soft asphalt       its scent too is hot and sticky
in mortal peril       mammoths struggle
bogged and sinking       deeper
she wears headphones       to protect her from the world
waiting       at her door
his wide brimmed hat       on a moonlit pumpkin
our hull guides       through the glow of phosphorescence


Side 4

a host of celebrity penguins dodge the giant crater
too long too cold this endless freezing weather
startled by the hollow echo of myself in the silence
must I say it again, I say again
each year as warmth returns the hills flame with coral blossoms
sunshine blanches gnarled faces in the bark


Side 5

flying off to Easter Island to check out the big heads
helicopters swoop over the Nimbin rocks
we made a slight position change because of his back
still no decision about who gets the house
petulant moon her ripped jacket on for the woodpile walk
helices unraveling in TEPCOs lee


Side 6

I would often leave
my geometry paper
in a novel

adrift in the Pacific
with a Bengal Tiger, Pi?

still hungry waiting
in a long queue for fresh prawns
crab meat and salmon

layers and layers of leaves
laying down a rich leaf mould

slowly ascending
above the level of clouds
into the clear blue

soft strains of Miles
brings a bit of heaven


Side 7

the river's
murmur as it flows
over marble rocks

entranced by a goddess
with two broken arms

something is missing
I think the hungry ghost moon
must have eaten it

the smell of incense
floats on the wind

a robin calls
his mate from the perfumed plum
in bloom

to quell the emptiness
this plenitude of spring


verses by participants:

Rebecca Barker, USA 12, 16, 25, 22, 25, 27, 31, 39
Kathy Earsman, Australia (Sabaki) 2, 15, 32
Rohini Gupta, India 7, 9, 13, 20, 23, 28, 33, 35, 37, 40
Tomislav Maretic, Croatia 10, 41
Barbara A. Taylor, Australia 1, 4, 6, 8, 17, 19, 21, 24, 26, 29, 33, 38
Mary White, Ireland 3, 11, 34, 36
Josh Wikoff, USA 5, 14, 18, 30, 42

This spring rokku is a collaboration made on The Renku Group Forum, start - January 31 2012 finish - June 14 2012


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