Old Sol claims the sky
by day, sweetening the fruit
for the harvest moon;
in your eyes I long to see
a desire for my heart,
Leaves begin to turn,
soon the air grows crisp and chill,
the sun grows aloof;
but you gift me with no smile
and hope withers in my breast.
Snow blankets the ground,
breath hangs upon frigid air
and ice rules the day;
like frost you chill my passions.
I no longer seek your charms.
Tender leaves unfurl,
life reaches toward the sky and
timid blossoms bloom;
your interest in me only flares
as my passion for you wanes.
The poem I have written is called a Renga. The three verse couplings are haiku and have a 5-7-5 syllabic pattern. The two connecting verses each have seven syllables. Together the four seperate haiku, linked by the 4 seven syllable verses (which together form their own poem) become one poem, complementing each other and adding greater depth and meaning the whole. Further contraints on the art form include the necessity of mentioning the moon in the third verse, flowers in the 19th verse, and love as part of the theme.
This is my first attempt at creating a Renga. You may heap praise upon my head for doing so well. (If you have any other opinion please feel free to keep it to yourself!)
I would like to thank Nea, proprietor of The Southern View. You write such beautiful prose that you prompted me to lift my quill again and make a few scribbles of my own.
Folks, if you are into poetry, photography and gardens, you want to stop by Nea’s place and soak up a little Southern charm. Maybe she’ll enchant you into writing poetry, too.