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Ginko through the Seasons in 2013

To celebrate the four seasons of 2013, I will be leading a ginko (haiku walk) at four exciting locations Poet’s Rock (Karawatha Forest), Boondall Wetlands, JC Slaughter Falls and Venman Bushland.

Karawatha Forest

Masaoka Shiki, one of the four pillars of haiku (along with Basho, Buson & Issa), believed that haiku poets should practice shasei – sketching from life – in order to heighten their powers of observation. A traditional way of developing these powers and opening yourself up to the everyday magic that awaits, is to participate in a ginko.

On a ginko, participants are encouraged to jot down notes about what they can see, hear, smell, touch and taste as well as making notes on other thoughts and feelings that may arise during the walk. At the conclusion of the walk, participants then share their notes and spend time writing and work shopping their haiku.

To coincide with each ginko, a group renga (36 linked verse) will also be written online, using one of the haiku written during the ginko as the hokku (opening poem).

So, if you want to develop your haiku-eye and revel in the subtle seasonal changes, book yourself in to enjoy this unique experience. Each ginko is strictly limited to 8 participants. Costs are $25 for one ginko/renga or $80 to participate in all four.

Places in the series will fill quickly, so to book a spot visit: http://www.queenslandpoetryfestival.info/program/ginko-w-graham-nunn/

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Downfall Creek Ginko

                                                               broken silence
                                                               the fall of one
                                                               golden leaf

                                                                            *

                                                               gentle breeze
                                                               the crackle of gum leaves
                                                               across the boardwalk

                                                                            *

                                                               shady fig
                                                               the silence
                                                               of empty nests

                                                                              – Lee-Anne Davie

                                                                Melaleuca
                                                                again an unseen bird
                                                                cries your name

                                                                            *

                                                                wetland pool
                                                                turns my mind
                                                                to tea

                                                                            *

                                                                Easter Saturday
                                                                a family barbecue
                                                                amuses the kookaburras

                                                                              – Trudie Murrell

                                                                  thin path
                                                                  the strangler fig tightens
                                                                  its grip

                                                                            *

                                                                 forest entrance
                                                                 lorikeets race
                                                                 against the traffic

                                                                            *

                                                                 choosing a path
                                                                 ants travel straight ahead

                                                                              – Cindy Keong

                                                                  no breeze
                                                                  grass moves
                                                                  to the rhythm of butterflies

                                                                            *

                                                                  in the creek
                                                                  moss and rust
                                                                  years apart

                                                                            *

                                                                  back to read another page
                                                                  copper-bottomed ant

                                                                               – John Wainwright

                                                                            *

                                                                              all photographs by Cindy Keong

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New Farm Park Ginko: Trudie Murrell & John Wainwright

                                                           garden wedding
                                                           storm clouds bring something
                                                           new to wait for

                                                                           *

                                                           waiting for the bride
                                                           pageboy and crow
                                                           compare suits

                                                                           *

                                                            under the Bay Fig
                                                            a violin plays
                                                            branches dip closer

                                                                           *

                                                            long summer
                                                            boughs outstretched
                                                            check for rain

                                                                          *

                                                             under the fig tree
                                                             crested pigeons fuss
                                                             house proud

                                                                          *

                                                                          poems by Trudie Murrell
                                                                          photograph by Cindy Keong

 

                                                           chattering birds                               
                                                           remove the ear-piece
                                                           when the mobile rings

                                                                            *

                                                           there is but one poem                    
                                                           this time a black ant

                                                                            *

                                                           the woman beside                            
                                                           the pregnant woman
                                                           rubs her stomach

                                                                            *

                                                           autumn breeze                                   
                                                           nothing is still
                                                           but my heart

                                                                            *

                                                           small light
                                                           a spider on
                                                           her web

                                                                           *

                                                                           poems by John Wainwright
                                                                           photograph by Cindy Keong

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New Farm Park Ginko: Jonathan Hadwen & Cindy Keong

                                                          grandfather’s roses
                                                          a spot growing
                                                          on each leaf

                                                                         *

                                                          family barbeque
                                                          teenager texts
                                                          from a separate bench

                                                                         *

                                                         wedding in the park
                                                         only half
                                                         a string quartet

                                                                        *

                                                         dishwasher can’t clean
                                                         the lipstick from the glass
                                                         things you left behind

                                                                        *

                                                         garden bare of flowers
                                                         one curling leaf

                                                                        *

                                                                         poems by Jonathan Hadwen
                                                                         photograph by
Cindy Keong

 

                                                                at the edge of
                                                                the rose bed
                                                                lavender stalks

                                                                            *

                                                                roses in full bloom
                                                                the bride sucks
                                                                in her belly

                                                                             *

                                                                crowded park
                                                                two plover’s
                                                                clear a space

                                                                             *

                                                                 play date
                                                                 dogs teach their owners
                                                                 how to fetch

                                                                             *

                                                                  blisters of burnt paint
                                                                  the summerhouse gone

                                                                              *

                                                                             photograph & poems by Cindy Keong

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New Farm Park Ginko: Lee-Anne Davie & Vuong Pham

                                                                    so lush
                                                                    the grass
                                                                    for late autumn lovers

                                                                                *

                                                                   above me
                                                                   a single red rose
                                                                   against slivers of blue

                                                                                *

                                                                   beside the croquet lawn
                                                                   a homeless man sleeps
                                                                   visitors welcome

                                                                                *

                                                                  in the colour
                                                                  of fallen leaves
                                                                  a crow feather

                                                                               *

                                                                  beneath the gentle sway
                                                                  of late autumn
                                                                  tai chi

                                                                               *

                                                                                poems by Lee-Anne Davie
                                                                                photograph by Cindy Keong

 

                                                                forgive me rose
                                                                she loves me
                                                                she loves me not

                                                                              *

                                                                public toilet
                                                                I am not compelled
                                                                to flush

                                                                             *

                                                               must be growing old–
                                                               polite chatter
                                                               at the wedding party

                                                                            *

                                                               the river has glistened
                                                               long enough
                                                               for the summer house windows

                                                                            *

                                                               fallen
                                                               jacaranda flowers
                                                               we part without regret

                                                                           *

                                                                            poems by Vuong Pham
                                                                            photograph by Cindy Keong

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Sandgate Ginko: Trudie Murrell

 

                                                             autumn shoreline
                                                             gulls and children
                                                             up to their ankles

                                                                             *

                                                             a storm cloud
                                                             hangs over the headland
                                                             deciding

                                                                             *
 
                                                             kelpie
                                                             on its day off
                                                             herds the waves

                                                                             *
 
                                                             caught
                                                             in the dog’s cocked ear
                                                             children’s laughter

                                                                             *

                                                             silence
                                                             shattered by
                                                             a flock of children

                                                                             *

                                                                              photograph by Cindy Keong

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Sandgate Ginko: John Wainwright

 

                                                                   high wind
                                                                   on the beach
                                                                   it’s a dog’s life

                                                                              *

                                                                   thieving wind
                                                                   gone is the
                                                                   ocean’s sound

                                                                              *

                                                                   contours of past tides
                                                                   the sea will
                                                                   return

                                                                              *

                                                                   combing the shoreline
                                                                   wind and time
                                                                   hurry past me

                                                                              *

                                                                   young ones dash off
                                                                   but i wait – wind and
                                                                   words find us all

                                                                              *

                                                                               photograph by Cindy Keong

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