hosts: Firdaus Parvez, Kala Ramesh, Priti Aisola, and Suraja Roychowdhury
Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!
book of the month: 'the forest i know' by Kala Ramesh
‘the forest i know’, for me, despite the name, is like a river meandering through the landscape of life. A woman’s life. But, first it was a trickle of awareness.
truth lies
concealed in maya
and beneath the veil
once lifted
truth lies
(I love the play on the word ‘lies’, it lifts the tanka to another level)
And then, the stream gurgles into a stronger current of self-awareness.
treading
the trodden path
this autumn dusk
I come to realize
I’m just ordinary
easily drawn
into the stillness
between stars
I look for the spaces
within me
if I let go
of everything I cherish
the winds
would surely carry me
away like a feather
Every Wednesday for the month of April, I will be sharing some of the poems that touched me the most. Let’s venture on this journey together, feel the rawness of heartbreak, and the honest vulnerability of a poet finding herself. I will let the poems speak for themselves. Ponder over them, and glean your own interpretation. Tell me about it and then, write your poems in the comments.
An essay on how to write tanka: Tanka Flights
Are you inspired!
We are delighted to open the comment thread for you to share your unpublished tanka and tanka-prose (within 300 words) to be considered for inclusion in haikuKATHA monthly magazine.
Also, please do mention, under your poem, if you would like feedback.
But wait a minute before you start writing your tanka. We thought we’d give our members something to think about; to try a different approach from what they’ve been writing so far. Here’s the challenge for the week. Write a tanka in the 1/4 image format. You can click on the link given above and read all about it. To make this even more challenging, we’ve decided to consider only tanka written in this format this week for haikuKATHA. Good Luck, but most of all have fun while you learn.
Here are some examples by Kala Ramesh.
1/4 divide:
autumn fields - a fork in the road widening our shadows even farther
alone now … I light the oil lamp at sunset to keep the gathering darkness from hemming in my soul
kids long gone … this autumn dusk I linger in each room remembering the candle-melting laughter
Looking forward to some amazing poems.
Revised with kind inputs from Priti
rented room ...
you, me
and the almirah
overflowing
with our dreams
Original
rented room ...
you and me
and the almirah
overflowing
with our dreams
Revised after feedback from Kala, Lakshmi & Namratha.
Does this work?
forest bathing…
she unravels the years
they spent together
to rise like a phoenix
from the ashes of the past
___________
Original version
forest walk…
unraveling the years
spent together
she rose like a phoenix
from the ashes of the past
Revised with kind suggestions from Kalaji
distant hills ...
into the calm haze
I walk
seeking myself
where shadows play
Original
distant hills
in a calm haze
I wade
seeking myself
where shadows play
prayer beads
endlessly spinning
in the hospital
eerie atmosphere
hard to sleep well
🕯🕯 your feedback, please, thank you 👩❤️👩
pink moon...
a cloudburst
that ripped the sky
leaving tears
that may never heal
Last night's full moon was called the pink moon (first full moon in April). What do you think?