Sensual Aftermath – A Renga

A Writers Anonymous Collaboration

Wherever I go

Old melody of our hearts

Murmurs autumn hymn

The songs we heard and we sang

Break my heart and cause a pang

Once soft, sweet whispers

Like spring, holding me in thrall

Now silent, your voice

Our song is played everywhere

My heart is sore with despair.

We stayed up all night

Talking like we loved to do

Then knowing crept in

Things would never be the same

I miss our forgotten flame

View of broad shoulders

Really gets my heart pumping

But you are long gone

Your absence brings so much pain

I long to spot you again

Rough stubble chin rubbed

My butter soft skin, blushed

A forgotten summer

Saturated throbbing aches,

Now my untouched body shakes

Laundered love flying

Our gathered smells, on the line

Blow the funk away

Forgotten shirt, traitor nose

Exhale! Let it decompose!

Coffee, steaming black

Inhaled with cold winter pine

My nose sought your neck

Now those pungent smells disgust

A sniff relieves me of lust

Loving you was sweet,

Mouth-watering, savory

Your kisses to me

How long it’s been, me waiting

To say it, so long Darling

After the success of our original post, our Writers Anonymous Collaborative (WAC) doubled with the addition of Jenna (TheSunshineArtist), Mich (michnavs) and Kate (calmkate). At this grand meeting we decided to write a renga, a linked poem created by different writers taking turns writing a haiku followed by a couplet.

Our collaboration was inspired by a poem written by Punam about how songs can trigger memories after a breakup. In the comments we discussed how smells and places can also bring back those painful (and sometimes painfully delicious) memories. And thus the idea to use the five senses to write about experiences after a breakup was born! Since there were six of us, Gina, suggested including the 6th sense, intuition. Fortuitous fabulousness ensued! Ah – serendipity!

The enthusiasm of this lively group of writers is infectious! In one day, we had the first draft completed. The final draft would have been approved sooner if we hadn’t been sidetracked by all the fun. To complete this endeavor, Jenna created a unique image that visually captures our story.

Out of our need to write, this collaboration was a hands up, eyes wide open, stomach dropping, feet bracing roller coaster ride of exceptional, empathic wordsmithing. I loved every minute of it and screamed my head of quite a few times as these lovely lyrics came together. I am so sad this ride has ended but can’t wait for the next meeting of Writers Anonymous.

Writers Anonymous Manifesto – A Collaboration

12 Steps to Never Recovering from our “Writing Addiction”

Step 1:

Admit we are powerless to fight

Against the need to write

Step 2 :

Admit that we are together not to cure this affliction,

But to continue with this addiction

Step 3 :

Vehemently believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity

Why we swear upon a thesaurus and/or a dictionary

Step 4 :

Keep the fire to write burning bright

stoking it with humour, insights and candour alright!

Step 5:

Admit that writing is in our blood

It has always been our first love.

Family and work, we  take care of you

But writing is the thing we prefer to do.

Step 6 :

Let all our characters have many virtues and some flaws

Alphabets in inky soup are our allies for moments when inspiration withdraws.

Step 7:

And if that ever happens to anyone of us,

The others will rally around without any fuss.

Step 8:

If we go a day without rhyme or meter

It doesn’t mean our voices have petered.

We commit to finding inspiration

Even if it takes all our perspiration.

Step 9:

When you don’t hear me, see me or smell me,

I am still here,

Just hidden under a pile of words,

Beneath an avalanche of poetry and prose.

Worry not, fear not I will emerge….when?

Nobody knows.

Step 10 :

For reading is what keeps me sane

Free from fears, holy and profane!

And then gradually as I inch towards writing

I can hear your cheers, warm and inviting.

Step 11:

My words break free and release my soul

If I don’t let it go, it will exact a toll

So join me in this wonderful condition

Allow life’s dilemmas to bring words to fruition.

Step 12:

We strive to live by these principles.

We commit to carry this message to all who hold sacred the trysts of paper and pen.

Let this love affair never end!

Yesterday was Thanksgiving in the USA, a time for remembering and appreciating all the wonderful people, experiences and material blessings that we have in our lives. This year, I am especially appreciative of the connections I have made through this blog in the WordPress Universe – the other bloggers and my readers! You have all made me a better writer and poet! Thank you!

This post is a collaboration with Gina and Punam, two talented poets who have greatly enriched my life with their inspired writings. We had a conversation on the comments section of one of our blogs (I’m forgetting which one it is now!) about how writing is like an addiction for us – something we can’t live without, that (at times) takes us away or takes precedence over our families/work, that occupies our minds when we are not writing – but how we wouldn’t want to be cured from this addiction, but would want others to join us.

This piece is not intended to take away from the gravity of substance abuse or other behavioral addictions such as gambling. Addictive thinking can center around many activities. Even if the activity starts of healthy or benign, the addictive intention can turn it into something unhealthy.

Cutting through the denial, I really enjoyed working with Punam and Gina on our manifesto! They are profound and prolific poets and really pushed the quality of my work. As women wearing many hats (mother, worker, lover, friend), writing allows us to let down our hair. So let us write to our hearts content…because, really, we can’t stop!