One morning, last summer
in her cottage at Golden Lake
my young poet-friend and I
sat together at the table overlooking the shoreline
and I introduced her to the renga
excited, we started her first-ever
in our little notebooks
to continue once back home
mid-way, she fell in love-
her first
now they're up at Golden Lake
while the renga's still awaiting her response
to my last link
Lovely poem about poetry and the pitfalls! Maybe she will pick it up again though.
Looking at the comments, maybe its time to renga again? Do you KNOW how many renga came out of our last 'project'? 46! in maybe 5 months - I rescued them all the other night and was awed again at the quality and bredth of writing
