by Chen-ou Liu
dappled dusk
the chirping of crickets
breaks bell-notes
eyes upon the dripping
moonlit lane
full moon
the smell of steamed rice cakes
fills an attic room
The Smell of the Moon (Solo Renku)
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Chen-ou,
Poet and Zen monk Seido Ray Ronci wrote that that whatever a cricket says is Truth:
I could hear you saying, “cricket-cricket”
and translate it as “I am –– I am!”
Thank you for the Truth and for a splendiferous renku.
Amicus poeticae,
Neal Whitman
Chen-ou,
I think Neal has written truly.
I have become a great admirer. Thank you for filling my own attic room with pleasure.
Neal, I’ve learned something new from reading your thoughtful reply.
Neal and Dretta, thank you both for your encouraging comments. Much appreciated
Chen-ou