Below is a link to an American renga. Before our next Immersion meeting let's try to complete one poem consisting of one stanza from each member of the group.
My time, your time, this fleeting time, I spend only to think of a rhyme. Trying hard to make it not sound mundane, as if this would be my claim to fame.
Through the looking glass, what do we see? Just a creature that stares back at me. Why is what it sees so blue? There's a young man here with his heart snapped in two.
I suppose I'll start this.
ReplyDeleteWhat is to be done
When you can think of nothing
That can be written?
Try to find a muse
ReplyDeleteA new thing that can be used
As a topic for a peom
Deep inner meaning,
ReplyDeleteEach lines seperate message.
A haiku's form.
In three words I have summed up everything in life it goes on.
ReplyDeleteThe meaning of life
ReplyDeleteWhat could it possibly be,
When passing by so suddenly?
What does it mean for time to pass by?
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't even run, jump, or fly...
What if it is all just a lie?
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.
ReplyDeleteI cannot think of the past without thinking of it now.
ReplyDeleteI cannot think of the future without thinking of it now.
I look to the future but I suddenly collapse
ReplyDeleteI take a breath but I'm breathless from the smoke of my past
Decisions made the past, decisions make the future.
ReplyDeleteDecide what is right, and decide the future.
Have no doubt,
ReplyDeleteThe future will come.
But only in time.
All this time,
I claim as mine.
But in the future
ReplyDeleteWe will still look to the past
For answers to the imminent,
How can we surpass?
My time, your time, this fleeting time,
ReplyDeleteI spend only to think of a rhyme.
Trying hard to make it not sound mundane,
as if this would be my claim to fame.
In my head
ReplyDeleteI play rock music
I try to used it
As an influence
I play it loud
I do not know how
To turn it down
It calms me down
and though I see in front of me
ReplyDeletethe looking glass, and time and we
could never be better than we thought
if only you were as good as you could be
Through the looking glass, what do we see?
ReplyDeleteJust a creature that stares back at me.
Why is what it sees so blue?
There's a young man here with his heart snapped in two.