

Enjoy a few pictures from Japan Fest...http://www.haikuguy.com/nov09.html
And, here's the public renga:
JAPAN FEST '09 RENGA composed at NOMA 11/8/09 by festival goers.
a big drum booms
the beginning...Japan Fest
it was more of a bang
gunshot
the song of the drums
is like our ancestors
Indians
a sound in the soul
past felt in the heart
feelings can't be replaced
the reminiscence of home
nothing like New Orleans
after an evening of glitz and glitter
the serenity of haiku
a sweet sound of grandma's song
walking through her garden
watching the water glisten
arranging a variety of precious stones
dreaming while she works
and waiting for it to happen
and waiting for it to happen
remembering the time
men were smaller than her
for she is a giant
time remembers me best
from when I was small
thoughts of my mind
scattered and blistered
who knows what souls will find
at the bottom of the well
a shiny penny
besieged upon
seized by wanderlust today
searching for fortunes
looking for gold
traveling the world
leaving Denham Springs
we drove off the bridge
and met a giant clam
to beat a clam
"Sentinel!" we cry
water game
wet dries on destruction
seeds of renewal germinate
mold grows
symptoms overtake
fighting back
the warriors march forth
to claim a victory
spring flowers
his peaceful heart
moon and forest
picture sweet
ove always beneath
love in the moon
leave pain beneath
joy overtakes the sorrow
a new day has come
love is with me now
our warm embrace lasting an eternity
our hearts forever entwined
Japan
New Orleans
beauty
wind strong on shore
get in car
get in car
drive off to another place where it's
safe and dry, leave the city so you
won't cry
storm winds roll into the city but
the sun rises every morning
the sun bakes the avenue's stately oaks
welcoming its neighbors who traverse
from home to work to play and beyond on her streetcars
from home to work to play and beyond on her streetcars
to walk beneath bead-covered trees
to heard the sounds of music and life again
my thoughts and prayers may be my own
but represent the journeys of many
a shadow bare
autumn breeze silence
morning music
New Orleans in November
warm day, cold night
butterflies follow
my bicycle ride by moonlight
soft breath, so I glide
my yard's garden
sweet music
blessings of life
planting my garden with butterfly flowers
Sassy, my dog, reclaimed her spot
and sat on them
three grandsons living with me after Katrina
the last one has just left
Governor Jindal has just declared
a state of emergency for Hurricane Ida
grandchildren on the North Shore
here we go again
I zip my son's jacket in the wind




