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Greetings and I hope you're doing well. :)

Have you read a non-fanfic erotica which piqued your interest in writing? Either short stories, novel, and the likes.

Thanks!

Hi ren! Hope you're doing great as well <3

an ‘On the Rock’ (Onza Rokku) linked verse composition

by Stella and Spencer

Note to the reader: The verses in a linked verse composition link to the previous verse, and shift from the verse preceding that. The theme of the poem constantly moves forward and changes, except for the last verse of the whole composition. Certain motifs are allowed to repeat; these are noted after our names.

* * *

May's tears on the Knights of Columbus's asphalt, decolonizing – Stella /spring/

they melt precious jewelry, reborn into avarice – Spencer

red salmon with pollution clutching their scales swim upstream – Stella /fall/

I catch them, stalking from a rock, and cook them for dinner – Spencer /rock/

prep the onions; our guests grow impatient chatting in the moonlight – Stella /moon/

heads crowned with wilting bluebell blossoms – Spencer /flower/ /summer/

* * *

a pride parade meanders through a techno-city built by sociopaths – Stella /summer/

a premature end, trampled flags on the ground – Spencer

with so many light years to go and things to be found – Stella /rock n roll/

but for now, sit with her and drink chamomile tea – Spencer

a long death from poison is more honorable to bear than a thousand cuts – Stella

put down like a dog in winter's teeth – Spencer /winter/

* * *

my spine creaks in the frigid air as a CEO crumples – Stella /winter/

from behind bars, the savior waits to be martyred – Spencer

icy hearted priest gives a sermon protecting abuse – Stella /ice/

the nicest woman you know sits and listens anxiously – Spencer

lovers eagerly saw a sparse tree full of birds – Stella /fall/ /love/

splashing flirtatiously in the water on the way back to the dam – Stella /fall/ /love/

* * *

a sturdy structure housing all manners of creatures built to last – Spencer

the sailor sits; a slow sadness suffocates – Stella

cracking up on the rocks; this is why you avoid the lighthouses as a lover once advised – Spencer /rock/

leaving the tower; wreckage in melting snow – Spencer /spring/

cubs explore as mother keeps vigil beneath the cherry blossom – Stella /flower/ /blossom/ /spring/

David Lanoue’s book, Mindful Renku, has just come in for review, and I found the above to be incredibly accurate! Lanoue reads it as rejuvenation, the springtime green linking with the retiree’s ‘ambitious ‘ to do list. Possibly so – certainly overflowing and fresh green could link in this way. But I also read it as slightly tongue in cheek- retirement surely offers freedom, but that freedom can…

美ら島おきなわ文化祭2022「連句の祭典」南城市開催を記念し、琉球諸語の歌を巡る動画を公開しました。民謡・琉歌を８編ピックアップし、沖縄の映像とともに連句的な映像にしています。

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PewoST3RWZg

主催　日本連句協会 https://renku-kyokai.net

原案　山中たけを（日本連句協会）

監督・撮影・編集　朝岡英輔

音楽・整音　伊藤豊（イトウ音楽社）

朗読　りょうけん

Exposition     Renku   Walking

“Nowadays, nothing and no one seems able to propel you into motion. Walking is no longer a synchronisation of yourself with him. It's no longer a prescription for setting aside annoyances and resolving your differences, leading you back to him. Walking has no meaning anymore. Sometimes, when the ache in your leg reminds you of the time you needed a crutch, it's positively painful. You try to ignore it; it's only transport.”

             Slow walk by yourself,                        Your stride no longer matching his,                                You've been left behind.

Without him, now you forget your humanity. The Machine is you.                                         @kettykika78 the 

pendulum ticks each day going through motions a used-to-be life                                                @  emilycare

Daily, step-by-step, loss renders life tedious, mechanical, dull.                                                

"It's only transport." Words come back to haunt you now in baritone truths.                                               @7-percent

Catch myself in fog Suddenly released from thoughts My leg is throbbing                                             @  AugustaAugustus18

"It's all in your head" Your throbbing leg, limping walk, sign of a broken heart.                                        @7-percent

Your legs lost then found Marching partners to battle Hobbled again now.

The Belstaff had once Rippled along your figure And nipped your feet too.                                    @demonicangeling

 A swirl of long coat A short friend following close Together made whole.                                          @7-percent 

You’ve been left behind To replay your time with him Over and over                                                       @jobooksncoffee

What price solitude? No longer matching his stride Sorrow makes you limp.

Solitary strides, unanchored by your absence, pain mars every step.                                           @7-percent 

Exposition    Renku on Blues and Twos

Blues and twos scream by                        Crime now chills blood in my veins                                                 The game is over.

You, him, and murder On one side of caution tape Normal the other.                             ( @demonicangeling)

Walking with danger and solving crime together Alone life is dull.                             ( @7-percent)

Caramel whispers The game is never over The players just change.                ( @shiplocks-of-love)

Missing from the field Playmate absent without leave Grief suspends the game                ( @7-percent)

Heart ripping apart Feeling sorrow for this John He deserves hugs                             ( @kettykika78)

Inconsolable Stalled, unable to move on Grief chilling the heart.                     ( @7-percent)

Your neighbour’s boy Murdered by other youths Awakens compassion

Your neighbour’s boy murdered by other youths Highlights my own loneliness         ( AugustaAugustus18)

Your own neighbourhood wracked by murder and mayhem, Fear chills compassion.                    ( @7-percent)

He can't call this home. No place deserves the privilege Without him, none will                       ( @sail-on-silver-girl)

What makes a safe home? Four walls can't rebuild a life now that he is gone.                            ( @7-percent)

Glad to be allowed to leave comments in prose ... the grey, unmoving grief behind the veneer of his routine and of squalor has just broken my heart again. And don't think you'll soon be forgiven for the cruel echo of "I'm a doctor, let me come through, he's my friend, please" because you won't. (Monster.)                                             ( @totallysilvergirl )

I hereby dub this comment a form of prose poem; think of my haiku response as the echo needed for a haibun:

Such cruel memories echoes of things I once said come back to haunt me.                       ( @7-percent)       

No. I’m all haikued out. No John. Please.     ( @jobooksncoffee)