We did a fill reading of the Regional Poems so far collected tonight! There are about 70 poets, so far, 140 haiku. We celebrate the birthday of Colin Stewart Jones (August 2) by indulging in Joy’s grape, as pictured above. And Rick is playing his new Mojave desert flute for the Southwest US haiku. Angelee Deodahr’s beautiful haiku of place illustrates Tim’s gesture in the photo above, and the openness and wonder of our time together:
the Open Hand swings
and swings about
(“Open hand” in Chandigarh, India is one of the most significant monuments of the city. The credit for laying down its plan goes to Le Corbusier. It is located in sector 1 in the Capitol Complex. Chandigarh open hand monument has been designed in the form of a giant hand made from metal sheets that rotates like a weathercock, indicating the direction of wind. This giant hand is 14 metres high and weighs around 50 tonnes. The significance of open hand is that it conveys the social message of peace and unity that is “open to give & open to receive.
Open hand is the city’s official emblem.)
While Rick enchanted the poets with his Mojave flute, Naia, from Temecula, CA –her poems perfectly expressed our mood and sensibilities in celebration.
Temecula moon . . .
the squish of Syrah
between my toes
( Late summer/early autumn is harvest season in the Temecula Valley wine country, where days are golden and nights, star-filled. From “Blessing of the Vines” to “Grape Stomp”, community and vintners alike celebrate the grape.)
I am organizing the Haiga Art on paper show, and an ongoing digital haiga show of art from the poets registered for the conference! This beautiful snail. by Andrea Eldridge, a local poet who is a pilot for American Airlines, sings of our home away from home… HNA for a week!! So the Haiga Art show is in the Air!
I’ll close with a favorite poem by Penny Harter, from May’s Landing, N.J., USA
how many can we gather
before they rust
(Remembering my childhood home in Clark, NJ: Every fall, we children would go into the orchard behind my house, seeking to gather apples from among the ones that had fallen, getting them before they began to rot and attract swarms of yellow-jackets, but when I wrote this, I was also thinking about “gather ye rosebuds while ye may”—facing our own aging and fragility.)
And so tonight we did, gather as many apples (and grapes) as we might… in the midst of our work and sharing.
Another celebration today! Tanka Poets on Site !