Poetry in partnership
My first taste of writing poetry in partnership with another poet has been the composition of a hyakuin (a renga comprised of 100 tankas) with Sangeetha of ‘Mindfills’, titled ‘Ripples’. This whetted my appetite for further creative collaborations, leading me to launch the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative, which is an open invitation to all writers to publish their poems at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Every submitted work gets posted, along with a personalized poem of mine inspired by the submitted work.
Quaranjavirus submitted a series of four haikus, and I published his series, extending each haiku into a tanka in an attempt to paint an image of the young poet himself writing the original verses. Not long thereafter, the two of us took to composing a renga together, the beginning of which you may read below.
We’ve decided to call this new collaboration ‘Many Waters’, inspired by Song of Songs (8:7) ~
|מַיִם רַבִּים, לֹא יוּכְלוּ לְכַבּוֹת אֶת-הָאַהֲבָה, וּנְהָרוֹת, לֹא יִשְׁטְפוּהָ…||Many waters cannot quench love, nor rivers drown it…|
Every tanka verse begins with a haiku of Quaranjavirus’, followed by two lines of mine. Thus far, we’ve completed ten verses… and we’ll see how far this goes – maybe this collaboration will eventually become a hyakuin!
Many waters flowing
1 ~ 10
Monsoon arriving, Bringing tragedy and joy, Both sorrow and glee. [Streets flood into canal routes Mind floods with uncertainty] The rivers in spate, Swallowing all in their way, Showering their wrath. [Nāgas ascend to surface Soar into the air and dive] Swordfish ascending, Their hearts singing merrily, Relishing the storm. [Potamides saddle sturgeons Riding their rushing rivers] Boats carried away, Currents tossing them about, Lie battered by rain. [Truth undulates with algae Macroinvertebrates buzz] As do tranquil ponds, Buzzing with tranquil beings, Yet in immense spate. [Meditation in water Brings our heart rates down, calming] Feel the cold water, Attacking with cold fury, Yet calming your mind. [Sinking into frigid depths Letting go of mortal coil] Heart freed of harrow, Hugged genially by cold, Rinsed clean of troubles. [Cold water cycle spins tale Created out of whole cloth] Onlookers watch, shocked, At nature's wrath unleashed, The destruction wrought. [Sirens sing seductively Smiling smoothly at sailors] Hoping to tumble Into the land of mermaids, Or seas of treasure. [Davy Jones' Locker sparkles Beckoning to mortal men] Grindylows await, Their presence oblivious To ships steered by greed. [God of ~Elusive Sea Change~ Proteus foretells downfalls]