What the winds can’t heal
The contrails sever
Winter howls
from a wounded sky
Spliced fragments of discontent
litter the cutting room floor
Boneyard
Of the hunched and hungry
Light that has never shone
Moloch’s restless domain
Its bitter meal
usurps our Threnody
Offspring of the beatnik fringe
slice their tongues on prosody
Their teeth drowned red
from parsing wine
The young so wise
abbreviated flights in time
Dovetail earth and sky
mulled, singular, primed
Jilly’s Renga Challenge – Winds Can’t Heal
For Jilly’s December Casting Bricks
qbit 
This opens so many doors! Here’s my next:
Spliced fragments of discontent
litter the cutting room floor
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Oooh. OK. On it!
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Richard III in the house.
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Yes, sir! (and a nod to Steinbeck for writing a novel from it.)
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Going be a few hours before I can can finish my conniving and plotting.
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No worries!
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Still thinking. Never read the Steinbeck, but up to speed now on the plot.
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No hurry. Some critics dismiss Winter, but I enjoyed it.
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Well, and by coincidence our daughter is named “Hawley”.
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How serendipitous! For one of the towns, or a family name?
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Old family name, linked by myth (but no actual evidence) to Captian John Hawley of the Whisky Rebellion. Mostly though we thought “Anne Hawley Brett” sounded so preposterously WASP we just had to go with it.
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Haha! Great story! Those old family myths are wonderful – we hang on to them tightly for mooring and for posterity’s sake. Ours has us as direct descendants of Oliver Wendle Holmes, but I prefer Sherlock. Almost as good as being connected to the Whiskey Rebellion. (You need to write that one!)
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One day I should write a poem about all the stuff that turned out not to be true. They loved a good yarn out on the ranch way more than veracity.
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Wait… the ranch? At the moment, I think I have enough ammunition for 3 rengas. This just keeps getting better. LOL!
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Oh yeah. Many poems out of Boone Colorado.
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Alas, I have traveled too little. Flew through Denver once. I recall a marvelous collaboration from last summer that took place in Colorado; you & NoSaint. Possibly one of the funniest poems of all time.
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Ahahaha, yes, I remember.
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OK, how’s this:
Boneyard
Of the hunched and hungry
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Excellent! and:
“The light that has never shone
Moloch’s restless domain”
I’ve flipped those two lines repeatedly – can’t decide. Also left out The & Restless. Thoughts to tighten the couplet?
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OK, Moloch! Damn. I think better without “The”, so then we have hungry light. Will start looking at edits in doc file.
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(Whole thing is sitting in GC)
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All posted now…
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Reblogged this on Jilly's and commented:
A Collaborative Renga that qbit and I completed as part of the December Casting Bricks Challenge. It took us a week to get through it, but the outcome was worth the work! (It also plays nicely with my Wordless Wednesday post today.) Look for Jilly’s January Challenge on Friday of this week. All are welcome to join in with some collaborative poetry!
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #9: qbit and Jilly’s #freestyle #renga!
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