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TYTO Wetlands Haiku

Almost two weeks ago, I had the pleasure of spending time with a handful of poets exploring the art of haiku in the immensely beautiful surrounds of Ingham’s TYTO Wetlands. Our ginko produced some fine poems, and Cindy, as always, took some incredible photos so that you can share in the beauty. I want to say a big thank you to all of the poets involved.

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lining up the perfect photo
birds move
to the other side

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june wind
the flap
of duck’s wings

[Cindy Keong]

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ducks flap clk

photograph by Cindy Keong

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memories burst
manda’s in the hot sun

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woodland ducks here and gone

[Helen Stanton]

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woodland ducks clk

photograph by Cindy Keong

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yellow grass
stroked by the wind
butterflies dance

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calling water
bubbles rise to
the surface of my heart

[Pam Lane]

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water bubbles clk

photograph by Cindy Keong

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storm clouds approaching white herons

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ibis
darken the sky
awake again

[Barbara Horsley]

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Boondall Wetlands Ginko

On Sunday, ten of us embraced our haiku spirit and the natural wonder of the Boondall Wetlands as we set off on our Autumn Ginko. The sky was endless blue and the wind had a crispness to it… as did the poems that were shared after our time spent walking / sitting / dreaming. There is such a warmth and sense of kinship amongst the group… a sense of togetherness and discovery that is truly inspiring.

I hope that feeling shines through in these poems and that they give you the same inner sparkle that I get each time I read them.

Thank you also to Cindy Keong for her always stunning photography… already looking forward to our winter walk at Slaughter Falls.

wetlands grasses clk

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

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self-guided tour, making a note to learn how

(Chris Lynch)

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sunlit grass
my eye loses the way

(Roger Callen)

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on the shorebirds turf
a crab filters mud

(Andy Smerdon)

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pelican rising clk

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

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to kill the mosquito
he slaps my face gently

(Matt Hetherington)

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some tree species show every bump of the cyclist

(Andrew Phillips)

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stingless bee
the old man
picks a flower

(Jonathan Hadwen)

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crow poet clk

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

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after the poets leave the crow comes

(John Wainwright)

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daydreaming
further and further
off-track

(Cindy Keong)

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river mouth
my brother’s infected toe

(David Stavanger)

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Walking the Wetlands

Sunday was a glorious day for a ginko (haiku walk) and the Boondall Wetlands are a truly beautiful place to let yourself sink into a haiku headspace. I will be posting more about the ginko in the next few days, along with poems from the group, but for now, here’s a few poems composed while walking the wetlands.

river mud - clk

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

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river mud
I look into
my future

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clouds pass
flashing the salt bush
back to red

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wetlands path - clk

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

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off the track
a new track
of trampled vines

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autumn wind
the kite I cannot see
whistles

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Snake Weather: A Summer Renga (part iv)

Snake Weather has stretched its full length… it was a wonderful experience working with such a diversity of voices and watching how each poet shifted the energy of the poem. It is a renga that I feel deserves repeated reads, so I have included the links to parts i, ii and iii here so that you can take it all in. There is much to enjoy!

Snake Weather (part i)
Snake Weather (part ii)
Snake Weather (part iii)

Snake Weather
A Summer Kasen Renga
Started: February 10, 2013 – Finished: April 14, 2013

Written by / between:
David S, Andy S, Cindy K, Katherine B, Chris L, Trish R, John W, Helen R, Andrew P

Moon CLK

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

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gloves no longer needed
fingertips   cigarettes   pink

DS

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Easter moon
in one hand
a beer and a crucifix

AS

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raking red ficus berries
she considers a change in lipstick

CK

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cold wind
not noticing
her silences

GN

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inside the cavern
our eyes adjust

CL

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wooden beat
of her walking stick
missing

TR

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at High Copse the robin left him
cutting an ash sapling

JW

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A quick shower
cherry blossom petals
carpet the sidewalk

HR

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both of them arrive late
to the opening matinée

AP

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First Bite: An Autumn Triparshva (Side 3)

As side 3 plays, First Bite spins to a close. Massive thanks to Julie, Cindy and Ashley for taking the leap with me… am already excited about the shape our next project may take.

the record spins clk

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

last piece of the puzzle
her body nestled
against mine

CK

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bare foot in the kitchen
her teeth chatter la cucaracha

JB

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the record spins
gathering blues
at dawn

GN

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warmth kicks in
the womb

AM

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first buds
appear under
her t-shirt

CK

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lips on the wine glass
blooming red

JB

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Snake Weather: A Summer Renga (part iii)

As I post this, Snake Weather is crawling off on its final leg… so for now, please enjoy this third phase of the renga written by David Stavanger, Andy Smerdon, Cindy Keong, Graham Nunn, Chris Lynch, Trish Reid, John Wainwright, Helen Ross and Andrew Phillips.

CLK Snake Weather

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

he wears shoes to bed
she finds bones in her shoes
Spring cleaning

DS

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bitter hands rip him
from the wedding photo

AS

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again and again
she strikes – the familiar
sound of thunder

CK

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the wild plum
rolls to a stop

GN

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more insects
at the kitchen fluoro
endless rain

CL

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frankincense dusk
just an oud and her voice

TR

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mercury rises
pommie bastards are wet
dreaming of EIIR

JW

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wine stains on the carpet
this broken heart

HR

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electrostatic therapy
shock jumps of laughter
with the nieces

AP

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First Bite: An Autumn Triparshva (Side 2)

First Bite Side 2 CLK

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

nightfall
grandfather’s stories flicker
in the flames

GN

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we observe the animal
spines unusually fluid

AM

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the dam
in full bloom
he feels no pulse

CK

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sunburnt skin and sweat
beneath him

JB

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not wanting
to show my heart
this first morning

GN

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she tries too hard
with bar stool French

AM

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on the second bottle
a surge
of waves

CK

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a long walk home
breathing steam into her v neck

JB

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still cold —
the moon lengthens
my stride

GN

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a child could measure
and die, like the leaves

AM

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First Bite: An Autumn Triparshva

While I have been leading the summer ginko group through their marvellous Snake Weather, I have also been taking part in our Autumn collaborative poem, this time with Ashley Martin, Cindy Keong and Julie Beveridge. To mix things up a little, we decided to write a Triparshva. Enjoy this first bite…

First Bite CLK

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

the first bite
of autumn
red apples

CK

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seasoning the pie
it’s raining again

JB

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a koel calls
we slip into
each other

GN

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armed with pillows
I like your shadow

AM

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hide and seek
the moon wears
a golden halo

CK

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in keeping with tradition
we pray hand in hand

JB

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Snake Weather: A Summer Renga (part ii)

The summer ginko group have now reached the half-way mark of their ginko. Here’s links 10-18 written by / between: David Stavanger, Andy Smerdon, Cindy Keong, Katherine Battersby, Chris Lynch, Trish Reid, John Wainwright, Helen Ross, Andrew Phillips for you to enjoy.

snake weather part ii

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

promotional sale
we buy each other white

DS

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passion fades
in the dune grass
still swimming

AS

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an incoming tide draws
closer the stars

CK

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winter’s bone
the city sleeps
beneath his pale face

KB

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the letter must be written
snowfield at dawn

CL

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expecting a call
from my sister
not feeling hungry

TR

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she waves her pony tail
flies away

JW

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naked
spring buds dress
the branches

HR

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one eye
of the submerged frog

AP

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The Crow: A Summer Renga (part vi)

With this sixth part of our renga, ‘The Crow’ has come to an end. It has been a thrill as always working with Ashley and Cindy; already we are planning an Autumn renga, so watch this space over the coming weeks. For now, enjoy the final flight of The Crow.

Branches Stripped CLK

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

tissues pile up
every branch
stripped bare

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face to face
with the wind

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genealogy is all
you sleep in
a rented suit

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unworn for years
this memory

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clouds pass
the confused heads
of sunflowers

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paperboy on your starlit route
the dark turning into birds

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