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The goal is to write a second stanza
 towards the haiku (first stanza) given. 
That second stanza of two lines (classical syllables count 7-7) 
is your task. 
With that second stanza you make the Tan Renga complete.
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Here is the poem JRB’s post is based on
“In Flanders Field” by John McCrae:In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.


We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.


Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
© John McCrae 
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Here is the haiku (first stanza) by JRB:

in a foreign field
the wind still invokes their names
the blood red poppies
 (c) JRB
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My response to JRB’s stanza:
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in a foreign field

the wind still invokes their names

the blood red poppies…..jrb
 
on the shores of DownEast Maine
 
Vet remembers ~ tears always…..sbs
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I met an elderly  man in a parking lot in town…
he had a Veterans plate on his car.  
He wore a cap that was retired Army.  We often parked
near each other often.  One day I arrived as he did… and
thanked him for his service.
We talked several times… 
he always mentioned the blood every where… 
it was etched in his memory.  
Tears would come to his eyes… 
he never forgot the “poppy days” of the war.
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Credits: Popol-Vuh (2)

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The Popol-Vuh is a manuscript

 in which the Creation 

and 

other Mayan Mythology stories 

are described. 

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This episode of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 is about the Creation according to the Popol Vuh.

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Credits: Popol-Vuh (1)

 

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There are four deities, 

three in a celestial realm 

collectively called Tepeu and Heart of Heaven 

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another on the terrestrial plane 

called Gucumatz.

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Together, 

gods attempted to create living beings 

so that they may be praised 

and venerated by their creation. 

Their first attempts 

(animals, mud man, and wooden man) 

proved unsuccessful 

because 

they lacked speech, souls, and intellect.
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“This the Forefathers did, 

Tepeu and Gucumatz, as they were called. 

After that they began to talk about the creation 

and the making of our first mother and father; 

of yellow corn and of white corn 

they made their flesh; 

of cornmeal dough 

they made the arms and the legs of man. 

Only dough of corn meal 

went into the flesh of our first fathers, 

the four men, who were created. […] 

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And as they had the appearance of men, 

they were men; 

they talked, conversed, saw 

and heard, walked, grasped things; 

they were good and handsome men, 

and their figure was the figure of a man.”
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Women were created later 

while the first four men slept. 

(Source: Wikipedia)

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My response to the episode:
 
corn meal dough formed
good and handsome men  ~  four men slept
all natural mates
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see entire episode at:

sign on table at China Hill, Ellsworth, Maine, USA.  (c) 2014 Saradunn
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bright come hither signs 
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tempting signs sprout like weeds

drool starting words.
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homemade equals “real butter”
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calories eak out the sides

 

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inspiration note:
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Dom DeLuise,
long ago on
“Hollywood Squares”
was asked
“how many calories
in a Snickers candy bar? ”
Dom: “none”…pause
“if you break it in half
and…
he pantomimed
and shook the invisible candy bar
“pouring” the calories out 
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For Tanka Poets on Site/facebook
photo May 2014 Kathabela Wilson

Photo 2014 Kathabela Wilson

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May 25 Secret life of birds
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Kathabela writes:

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(On the campus in Shanghai 

there is a small forest. 

There are very large birds there,

 mostly white, some darker ones. 

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They build large sturdy nests 

near the tops of every tree. 

There are hundreds. 

They look like cranes, or maybe herons? 

I have never seen so many at once. 

They sing loudly all day long. 

Ongoing conversation.

Many people seem to know about them when I ask .

but so far no one can say their name? 
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Maybe it is secret. 
Maybe you know. 
What does your tanka have to say 
about the secret life of birds you have known?
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My response:
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hiding ~ just like me
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birds keeping secret lives
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hide ~ not seen difficult
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long lens cameras seek
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advantage:  Big Bird yellow ~ NoT
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Credits: Raven

 

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The prompt is Raven, 
the Creator of the Earth as Native American tales tell us. 
There are numerous tales about this Creator 
and the creation story as told by the Native Americans.
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Raven was instructed from birth by his father in every subject 
so that the raven could make a world; 
after trying many different ways, the raven was finally successful.  
The Raven  began to scheme clever plans
and a parallel in some ways to the Biblical story of the creation.
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My response to the prompt’s inspiration:

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sun moon stars water
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gifts from Raven ~ ForEverMore
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light of my life
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Credits: Sedna, Goddess of the Seas

Our inspiration prompt for this haiku is:

SEDNA QUEEN OF THE UNDERWORLD
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One legend tells how she made a vow to remain single 
in order to look after her poor old father. 
All suitors were spurned and offers of marriage refused.
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Then one day a mysterious but utterly charming fellow turned up in his kayak.
He was a handsome foreigner, intelligent, exotic and very alluring. 
Not only that, he was rich! 
SEDNA was offered blubber in abundance. 
Luxuriant furs to sleep on. 
All the fish oil she could possibly make use of. 
This was too much for a young girl to cope with 
and she allowed herself to be lured into his canoe.
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The marriage was not a happy one. 
Although he adored her, she soon came to find him repellent. 
“You’re not the man I married,” she often said. 
With some justification as it turned out he was really a spooky bird-spirit.
Meanwhile SEDNA’s father was tearing his furs in anguish. 
Deciding to pay a visit to his lost daughter, he sailed to the Land Of Birds 
and found her in a state of distress. 
That evening,
 her husband returned home from work and found her gone. 
In a screaming rage, the bird spirit climbed into his kayak 
and paddled in pursuit at full speed. (He did an awful lot of paddling for a bird spirit.)
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As he approached, SEDNA tried to hide under some furs, 
but her husband became so angry that the skies turned black 
and the ocean began to seethe. 
That was enough to terrify anyone, and SEDNA’s father, 
fearing the very world was coming to an end, chucked her overboard.
Poor SEDNA clutched at the side of the kayak, 
but her grim father chopped her fingers off and down she went. 
At once the skies cleared, the bird spirit flapped off and peace descended.
 SEDNA’s fingers wriggled onto an ice floe and became the first sea creatures, 
and SEDNA herself floated to the very bottom of the sea and stayed there.
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Many many years have passed since then. 
Now she rules all Arctic Sea life, deciding the fate of all ocean creatures — 
and the people who hunt them. 
 
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I was unable to figure out how to shorten the story and I hope you enjoyed
reading it.
 
My haiku inspired by the story:
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Arctic Sea ruler
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bottom of sea homebody
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meals provided
 

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late post…lost wifi

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Photo: May 3 Everlasting  on a snowy day the sun appeared and cheered me everlasting hugs*  Over 20 years ago, a friend, who has since died, told me the white baby's breath flowers each signified a hug  for when I needed a friend ~ she'd always be near ==== . grade school dragged went on and on ~  I wondered living to graduate .  May 5 Equal  pastry to share the bigger half the prize one cuts, one chooses first .  May 11: ESSENCE.  Mother remembered white silk blouse, leather skirt, pearls  white shoulders lingers

(c) 2014  Basket of Baby’s Breath Hugs and silk flowers from

Margaret

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May 3 Everlasting
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on a snowy day
the sun appeared and cheered me
everlasting hugs*
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Over 20 years ago,
a friend, who has since died,
told me the white baby’s breath
flowers each signified a hug
for when I needed a friend ~
she’d alway
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grade school dragged
went on and on ~ I wondered
living to graduate *
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I remember thinking that
it would take an awful long
time to live to be 18… and
I actually wondered how
someone could live to be so
old.
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May 5 Equal

pastry to share
bigger half the prize
one cuts, one chooses first
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May 11: ESSENCE.

Mother remembered
white silk blouse, leather skirt, pearls
white shoulders lingers
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WordPress blogger since June 5, 2011

written for facebook page.

NaHaiWriMo facebook site encourages

other than the standard 5-7-5 haiku forms.

It is a place to  have fun, play creatively,

experiment, try something new, practice

writing haiku daily.


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Credits: Chakekenapok became the mountains

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Today’s episode  for inspiration:

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Unfortunate deconstructed deity and God of Grapevines

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Somewhere along the line, when the Great Manitou was playing with ducks and sticks, 

and making a raft into a world-sized island, and creation was going at a cracking pace, 

some mother who had been a deity gave birth to four divine sons.
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Chakekenapok was her last born son, as sadly his mother died at his birth. 

This was doubly unfortunate for him, as the oldest brother Manabozho blamed Chakekenapok 

for this disaster and declared himself the protector of humanity. 

Then another brother, Chibiabos, died and became protector of the dead.

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Chakekenapok worked out how to make flints and fire and to take care of winter. 

However Manabozho would not leave him alone — 

they fought and knocked hell out of each other when and wherever they met.

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With a piece of magic deer horn, 

Manabozho eventually managed to knock poor old Chakekenapok to pieces. 

Some became flint, his bones became the roots of mountains, 

and his squidgy insides turned into grapevines. 

So it wasn’t all bad. The last brother Wabasso took over fire duties.

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Chakekenapok became a part of the creation and even in this time 

we can enjoy his beauty in the mountains and the grapevines. 

(Source:www.godchecker.com)

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My response:
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magic deer horn
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resolving sibling rivalry
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mountain winery
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.(c) July 19, 1998  Saradunn.  Signature Red Chairs at Indian Point, Town Hill, Maine, USA.

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signature red chairs
ocean breeze ~ sun ~ natures sounds
we sat at ocean’s edge
shared thoughts, dreams, memories
hidden in plain sight
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A friend showed me a “secret”  public
place in his village of Town Hill, Maine, USA.
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It was word of mouth to use…if you knew of
it, and and asked at the tourist office they’d
tell you quietly how to find it !  
Of course with time, people partied and made
too much racket and trespassed on the neighbors
property and the access was denied.  A new
area without the chairs was made for the public.
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It was the most peaceful and blissful place I can 
think of.  Cares fell away, peace entered.
Indian Point was always a special place in the
universe for me.
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Photo copywrite 2014 Marilyn Severance Garnett

With Marilyn’s permission,  I made a photo with a tag for the first generation of nurses in this family that is now starting the fourth generation of serving the families of Maine, USA, with tender, loving and knowledgeable care.  I trained and worked with Marilyn… a super super nurse… a fine family tradition.  I remembered when her grand-daughter, Emerald, was born when I saw the prompt.

You all may chuckle… my computer is in the shop and on a temporary machine… got it going late Monday…just figured out how to get into my blog !  Hope to be more regular with my posts again… they are giving it a good overhaul.    It was when I locked myself out forgetting or mistyping my passwords that I had to get help.  First at the Senior College computer center and then at the store I bought the laptop… they know me well, and treat me well … smiles.

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May 2 Emerald
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Emerald
more precious than diamonds
first born, grandma’s eyes *
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note:
*mother’s first born child
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pure ~ beautiful
sensitive and smart
Emerald of Maine
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fourth generation
tender loving nurses
Emerald called to serve

 

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written for facebook page.

NaHaiWriMo facebook site encourages

other than the standard 5-7-5 haiku forms.

It is a place to  have fun, play creatively,

experiment, try something new, practice

writing haiku daily.