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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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Shisan: My Aching Back

Before I begin to discuss the poems, let me thank absolutely everyone who has been following the development of My Aching Back. To each of the poets who have offered their words, thank you, and to all of the readers, you are why we keep showing up. In fact, to everyone who has ever visited the site, thank you for keeping me energised!

Now, to the poems… with so many to enjoy, I have decided to discuss the five poems that have made my shortest of short lists. The five poems are:

nothing matters
after sunset

(Carly)

This poem is so direct, so fitting to bring the shisan to its end… not only does it add a gorgeous splash of colour, it reaches into the darkness beyond and in doing so opens up an afterlife for the poem and links us back to Matt’s hokku.

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an empty bed
under the poinciana

(Mal)

Like Carly’s poem, this adds a big splash of colour and smacks of late summer afternoons, seeking refuge from the heat. It’s leap forward to the hokku is so vivid and the emptiness of the bed leaves room for the incoming tide to settle. Truly magnificent!

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the snake flows
over dry grass

(Chloe)

The sound of this poem has held me transfixed… The use of the word ‘flows’ continues the movement of the incoming tide while adding a quiet menace to the poem. Such a unique portrayal of summer in Australia and such a strong leap to Matt’s ‘my aching back’.

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peeling the skin
off the day

(Miguel)

The action in this poem is easily understood by anyone who has spent too many hours (or is that minutes?) in the relentless summer sun… many a time have I felt like peeling the skin off the day (as well as off various parts of my body) as the light blisters everything in sight.

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it’s decided then:
last round’s on me

(Chris)

It feels very fitting to take a seat at the bar (with Chris and everyone else) and toast this poem. I love the generosity of this poem… for me, it captures the camaraderie of the group that has gathered to compose this poem. Would be wonderful to gather everyone together in real time to have that drink!

And on that note, it is time to choose the final pearl in our shisan. To hold down the position of the ageku, and bring us full circle, I have chosen Chloe’s ‘the snake flows’.

But let’s not make this the end… as we did with the New Junicho, I would love people to send me through their own remix of the poem. So if you are up for it, the only poem that needs to remain in place, is Matt’s hokku which gives the poem its name, other than that, here is a link to each of the posts so that you can go back and read through all of the poems and make your own selections.

http://anotherlostshark.com/2013/05/15/shisan-my-aching-back-links-1-2/
http://anotherlostshark.com/2013/05/19/shisan-my-aching-back-links-3-4/
http://anotherlostshark.com/2013/05/21/shisan-my-aching-back-link-4-5/
http://anotherlostshark.com/2013/05/23/shisan-my-aching-back-links-5-6/
http://anotherlostshark.com/2013/05/27/shisan-my-aching-back-links-6-7/
http://anotherlostshark.com/2013/05/29/shisan-my-aching-back-links-7-8/
http://anotherlostshark.com/2013/05/31/shisan-my-aching-back-links-8-9/
http://anotherlostshark.com/2013/06/02/shisan-my-aching-back-links-9-10/
http://anotherlostshark.com/2013/06/04/shisan-my-aching-back-links-10-11/
http://anotherlostshark.com/2013/06/06/shisan-my-aching-back-links-11-12/

I hope to read (and post) remixes from many of you. The depth of writing offers such great potential, so have fun playing with it!

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My Aching Back: Shisan
Started: 15 May 2013 – Finished:
Written between: Matt Hetherington, Lyndon Norton, Ashley Capes, Lee-Anne Davie, Chris Lynch, Mal Keeble, Chloe Callistemon, John Wainwright, Nigel Ellis, Andy Smerdon, Cindy Keong

Side 1jo – preface

Link #1 (3 lines) – hokku (autumn)

my aching back
a leaf falls
from a branch

(Matt Hetherington)

Link #2 (2 lines) – wakiku (autumn)

as I put down the rake
the sky darkens

(Lyndon Norton)

Link #3 (3 lines) – daisan (non seasonal)

in the shed
removing a dropcloth
from old paintings

(Ashley Capes)

Side 2ha part one – development

Link #4 (2 lines) – winter  moon

gravy smears the dinner plate
winter moon

(Lee-Anne Davie)

Link #5 (3 lines) – non seasonal

I regret
the light switch
cockroaches

(Chris Lynch)

Link #6 (2 lines) – non seasonal

the old dog dreams
of the chase

(Mal Keeble)

Side 3ha part two – intensification

Link #7 (3 lines) – spring blossom

the puppy
pisses on all
the daffodils

(Chloe Callistemon)

Link #8 (2 lines) – spring

spring shower
yolk burst on the tongue

(John Wainwright)

Link #9 (3 lines) – non seasonal

behind teeth
a storm gathers
I cannot swallow this

(Nigel Ellis)

Side 4kyu – finale

Link #10 (2 lines)- non seasonal, love verse

china doll
still holding hands

(Andy Smerdon)

Link #11 (3 lines) – non seasonal, love verse

waiting for
the next wave
incoming tide

(Cindy Keong)

Link #12 (2 lines) – ageku (summer)

the snake flows
over dry grass

(Chloe Callistemon)

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Shisan: My Aching Back (Links #11 – #12)

We are now breathing distance from the ageku and the end of the shisan. What a thrill selecting each link has proven to be; and this is thanks to the vibrant community that has gathered to build this poem word by word, image by image, link by link. So let’s jump in and take a look at the poems on offer for the second of our love links.

Again, it was exciting to see love painted with such broad brushstrokes. From the inspiration that floods from Miguel’s ‘blushed cheeks’, to the glow of smartphones between Lyndon’s lovers; the glorious presence of Aaron’s ‘glimmering eyes’ to the fragrance that lingers as Mal skips a stone across the water; the dark intent of John’s moon to the distance between  Lyndon’s tide and lovers; the nakedness of words as Andy slow dances us across the floor to the lull between waves that Cindy leaves us to experience; we experience love in one of its many outfits.

Each of these poems has its own possibility, and many have held (and continue to hold) me in there spell. In making my decision, I have gone back through Links 1 – 10, to ensure that Link #11 breaks new ground, as now, more than ever, it is important to look forward without referencing any of the previous images. Sadly, this ruled out some excellent links… two examples of poems that would otherwise be a fine addition to the shisan are Miguel’s ‘his blushed cheek’ (its use of canvas creates a direct link back to Ashley’s ‘old paintings’ in Link #3), and John’s ‘moonshine’ (in the shisan, there can only be one moon image).

So with this in mind, I have been moving between two poems to make the next leap. These poems are the uproariously funny ‘pyjamas’ (John) and Cindy’s ‘incoming tide’. In the end, the tide carried me away and for Link #11, we welcome Cindy into the shisan. The hushed tones and longing pull of this poem will provide the perfect touchstone to bring us full circle with Link #12. To strengthen the flow of the poem, I have however, decided to change the position of the fragment – incoming tide – moving it from line 1 to line 3.

So let’s open the final call out… Link #12, the ageku, asks for 2 lines with a good splash of summer. It is also important that this link in some way brings us back to imagery in Matt’s opening link (the hokku).

Enjoy the last leap!

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My Aching Back: Shisan
Started: 15 May 2013 – Finished:
Written between: Matt Hetherington, Lyndon Norton, Ashley Capes, Lee-Anne Davie, Chris Lynch, Mal Keeble, Chloe Callistemon, John Wainwright, Nigel Ellis, Andy Smerdon,

Side 1jo – preface

Link #1 (3 lines) – hokku (autumn)

my aching back
a leaf falls
from a branch

(Matt Hetherington)

Link #2 (2 lines) – wakiku (autumn)

as I put down the rake
the sky darkens

(Lyndon Norton)

Link #3 (3 lines) – daisan (non seasonal)

in the shed
removing a dropcloth
from old paintings

(Ashley Capes)

Side 2ha part one – development

Link #4 (2 lines) – winter  moon

gravy smears the dinner plate
winter moon

(Lee-Anne Davie)

Link #5 (3 lines) – non seasonal

I regret
the light switch
cockroaches

(Chris Lynch)

Link #6 (2 lines) – non seasonal

the old dog dreams
of the chase

(Mal Keeble)

Side 3ha part two – intensification

Link #7 (3 lines) – spring blossom

the puppy
pisses on all
the daffodils

(Chloe Callistemon)

Link #8 (2 lines) – spring

spring shower
yolk burst on the tongue

(John Wainwright)

Link #9 (3 lines) – non seasonal

behind teeth
a storm gathers
I cannot swallow this

(Nigel Ellis)

Side 4kyu – finale

Link #10 (2 lines)- non seasonal, love verse

china doll
still holding hands

(Andy Smerdon)

Link #11 (3 lines) – non seasonal, love verse

waiting for
the next wave
incoming tide

(Cindy Keong)

Link #12 (2 lines) – ageku (summer)

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Winter Full Moon Ginko – poems and photos

It was a spectacularly clear night on Friday as ten of us gathered at Valori Espresso Lounge & Gallery for our moon viewing ginko along Scarborough Beach. The moon was right on time (6:30pm), revealing its red glow before rising majestically. Here is a selection of poems and photos from the night.

                                                                still night
                                                                a plover calls
                                                                the rising moon

                                                                Graham Nunn

                                                                               *

                                                                moon viewing
                                                                a mullet bubbles
                                                                to the surface

                                                                Graham Nunn

                                                                                *

                                                                stars fade
                                                                tonight the moon
                                                                commands centre stage

                                                                Maree Dirou

                                                                                 *

                                                                cold night
                                                                an uptight couple
                                                                glare at the moon

                                                                Jenny Wright

                                                                                 *

                                                                fishing boats
                                                                blink on the horizion
                                                                harvest moon

                                                                Jenny Wright

                                                                                 *

                                                                full moon
                                                                who is here to howl at you?
                                                                the traffic roars

                                                                Maree Dirou

                                                                                                                        

                                                                 winter moon
                                                                 draws the tide
                                                                 like a stick figure

                                                                  Kristin Johnson

                                                                                *

                                                                  wind on the water
                                                                  a thousand little footprints
                                                                  melt into night

                                                                  Kristin Johnson

                                                                                *

                                                                  ebb tide silence
                                                                  a passage beacon flashes
                                                                  to a red lantern moon

                                                                  Sue Mair

                                                                                 *

                                                                  together
                                                                  on our different shores
                                                                  moonrise melts the distance

                                                                  Sue Mair

                                                                                 *

                                                                  waves break
                                                                  coldness
                                                                  laps my feet

                                                                  Therese Morgan

                                                                                 *

                                                                  stars fade
                                                                  a hot ember moon
                                                                  brands the ocean

                                                                  John Allen

                                                                                  *

                                                                  cold night
                                                                  the rising moon
                                                                  pours words through my mind

                                                                  John Allen

                                                                  street lamp
                                                                  just the trunk
                                                                  of a pine tree

                                                                  Andrew Phillips

                                                                                *

                                                                  fishermen cast
                                                                  into a winter moon
                                                                  wizzzz

                                                                  Andrew Phillips

                                                                                 *

                                                                  clear path –
                                                                  is it yours
                                                                  winter moon?

                                                                  Erina

                                                                                  *

                                                                  following
                                                                  or leading?
                                                                  winter moon

                                                                  Erina

                                                                                   *

                                                                  moonrise
                                                                  my mouth
                                                                  drops open

                                                                  Cindy Keong

                                                                                   *

                                                                  new moon
                                                                  on the path
                                                                  old lovers move closer

                                                                  Cindy Keong

                                                                                  *

                                                                  full moon
                                                                  shivering
                                                                  in the shallow water

                                                                  Therese Morgan

                                                                                   *

                                                               photographs by Cindy Keong

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New Poems in Shamrock haiku journal

A little while back, I was invited to contribute to the 10th anniversary issue of UK Magazine, Open Wide. It is always a thrill to have my work published in the pages of Open Wide, but being invited makes things extra special.

Issue 25, the 10th Anniversary Issue, is out now and is bursting with ninety-four pages of writing from forty-three of the editor’s favourite contributors from the last ten years including A.D. Winans, Arlene Ang, justin.barrett, James D. Quinton, Owen Roberts, John G. Hall and this Lost Shark (feeling in very fine company here).

The magazine costs just £5 (plus £1.00 P&P for UK buyers – P&P for Europe is £2.00 and the rest of the world is £3.00). It can be purchased only via paypal, which accepts all major credit/debit cards. You can follow this link – www.openwidemagazine.co.uk/owmissues.htm.

As the editor’s say… ‘Miss it, miss out, and trust us, you don’t want to miss this one!’

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The latest issue of Shamrock Haiku is also online and features a couple of my own poems alongside two members of the recent Ginko Group, Cindy Keong and Lee-Anne Davie. It is always good to be surrounded by friends…

You can read Issue #18 here.

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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: 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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