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Collaborations : somonka or love poems
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From: Susan  (Original Message)Sent: 11/16/2001 11:19 PM
the somonka is a type of duet-like verse using the 575-77 tanka form.  this is one of the earliest forms of renga (linked verse) -- pre-haiku period.  the first tanka is composed by one person, the second by another.  it is very much like posing a question and receiving an answer.
 
the following is an example.  please note that in translation, the syllables cannot be exact:
 
A Poem Sent by Prince Otsu to Lady Ishikawa
 
Waiting for you,
   in the dripping dew of the hill
I stood,--weary and wet
   with the dripping dew of the hill.
 
A Poem Composed by Lady Ishikawa in Response
 
Would I had been, beloved,
   the dripping dew of the hill
That wetted you
   while for me you waited.
 
~Manyo period (circa 759 A.D.)
 
I will start with a tanka.  Add your own tanka to this thread....  let's renga party.
susan-san



Inside the bottle
bamboo sticks paint the image;
you need steady hands.

We must learn to have patience
until the mountains turn green.               ~susan



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From: gmcSent: 11/17/2001 8:22 AM
inclined mobius
two pant the attraction pre
brush beings into
 
wait as before wanted more

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From: ivySent: 11/18/2001 5:18 PM
Clouds are very still;
they are lovers' arms and rest
in the starlit sky.
 
By morning they've gone away,
wind will roll them back again.
  

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From: DarkWindSent: 11/20/2001 9:35 PM
these pictures lost me
as my eyes dimmed with moisture
wishing it were rain
 
when it is pain of lost love
unseen, painted, in bottle
 
{dw}

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From: suzeSent: 11/21/2001 1:06 AM
Inside the bottle
bamboo sticks paint the image;
you need steady hands.

We must learn to have patience
until the mountains turn green.               ~susan

*******

inclined mobius
two pant the attraction pre
brush beings into
 
wait as before wanted more                 ~gmc

*******

Clouds are very still;
they are lovers' arms and rest
in the starlit sky.
 
By morning they've gone away,
wind will roll them back again.              ~ivy

*******

these pictures lost me
as my eyes dimmed with moisture
wishing it were rain
 
when it is pain of lost love
unseen, painted, in bottle                      ~darkwind

*******

those rough earthern cups
from the mountains of Hanoi
hold bitter green tea
 
that wafts in cracked celadon,
painted and etched in lost words          ~susan
 

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From: PATRICKREADSent: 11/21/2001 4:43 PM
Alone I stand in solitude, wanting and waiting for a lovers embrace,
INstead of the ttears of joy I fell upon their arrrival,
the only moisture upon my face is the moisture of the air...

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From: suzeSent: 11/22/2001 1:01 AM
 oh patrick.
read the opening message.
put this in tanka form: haiku lines, 575=17syllables + two lines of 7syllables each.
 
or thereabouts.
 
i will get to your link a.s.a.p.  really.  i have not forgotten.
but foist, ya gotta revise this here poem.
suze

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From: DarkWindSent: 11/23/2001 12:42 AM



Inside the bottle
bamboo sticks paint the image;
you need steady hands.
We must learn to have patience
until the mountains turn green. ~susan

*******

inclined mobius
two pant the attraction pre
brush beings into

wait as before wanted more ~gmc

*******

Clouds are very still;
they are lovers' arms and rest
in the starlit sky.

By morning they've gone away,
wind will roll them back again. ~ivy

*******

these pictures lost me
as my eyes dimmed with moisture
wishing it were rain

when it is pain of lost love
unseen, painted, in bottle ~darkwind

*******

those rough earthern cups
from the mountains of Hanoi
hold bitter green tea

that wafts in cracked celadon,
painted and etched in lost words ~susan

********
green mountains, green tea
butterfly lights on the cup
blinking its wing-eyes

dusting the painted bottle
with memories of my love ~darkwind

********




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From: helenSent: 11/23/2001 8:35 PM



Inside the bottle
bamboo sticks paint the image;
you need steady hands.
We must learn to have patience
until the mountains turn green. ~susan

*******

inclined mobius
two pant the attraction pre
brush beings into

wait as before wanted more ~gmc

*******

Clouds are very still;
they are lovers' arms and rest
in the starlit sky.

By morning they've gone away,
wind will roll them back again. ~ivy

*******

these pictures lost me
as my eyes dimmed with moisture
wishing it were rain

when it is pain of lost love
unseen, painted, in bottle ~darkwind

*******

those rough earthern cups
from the mountains of Hanoi
hold bitter green tea

that wafts in cracked celadon,
painted and etched in lost words ~susan

********
green mountains, green tea
butterfly lights on the cup
blinking its wing-eyes

dusting the painted bottle
with memories of my love ~darkwind

********

the porcelain shards
cut the bottoms of my feet
this cup is broken

the warm blood mixes with tea
i will not drink without you ~~~dw


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From: suzeSent: 11/24/2001 7:04 AM
Inside the bottle
bamboo sticks paint the image;
you need steady hands.
We must learn to have patience
until the mountains turn green. ~susan

*******

inclined mobius
two pant the attraction pre
brush beings into

wait as before wanted more ~gmc

*******

Clouds are very still;
they are lovers' arms and rest
in the starlit sky.

By morning they've gone away,
wind will roll them back again. ~ivy

*******

these pictures lost me
as my eyes dimmed with moisture
wishing it were rain

when it is pain of lost love
unseen, painted, in bottle ~darkwind

*******

those rough earthern cups
from the mountains of Hanoi
hold bitter green tea

that wafts in cracked celadon,
painted and etched in lost words ~susan

********
green mountains, green tea
butterfly lights on the cup
blinking its wing-eyes

dusting the painted bottle
with memories of my love ~darkwind

********

the porcelain shards
cut the bottoms of my feet
this cup is broken

the warm blood mixes with tea
i will not drink without you ~~~dw

*******

in Nepal, the bark
of the Lokta tree heals wounds --
that is what is said..

but words, etched in the heart's book,
surpass nature's remedies.                 ~susan

*******


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