May 29, 2014
the wind still invokes their names
the blood red poppies…..jrb
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
“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
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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