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TANKA TAKE HOME — 13th May, 2026 Featuring poet: Stacey Dye

hosts: Firdaus Parvez, Kala Ramesh, Priti Aisola & Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!


13th May, 2026


poet of the month: Stacey Dye


these scars

send memories flickering

through my mind—

souvenirs of a troubled life

play out on grainy film


red lights, June 2021


  

this flower moon

waxes in the May sky…

casting out

everything I kept bound up

all the springs of my life


One Moment at a Time, Tanka Society Members Anthology 2023



always a survivor

never the victim. . .

a flower

rises from beneath

the crush of a shoe


red lights, January 2021


We thank Stacey warmly for sharing her poems and for her thoughtful responses to our questions.


Q.2

TTH: How did you get started as a poet? What was it about tanka that inspired you to embrace this ancient form of poetry? In short, why do you keep writing tanka?


SD: I started writing free verse as a form of self-expression. I loved the freedom it afforded me to explore my feelings. As far as writing tanka, if I’m absolutely honest, I began to try my hand at it because I was finding it difficult to maintain a conceit at length. I was having “short attention span  itis!” I began writing some Renga with a fellow free verse poet and she 

introduced me to the AHA poetry forum where I began to try my hand at tanka. I credit Chen-ou Liu as a major influence. He helped me find my way. A mentor of sorts.

I continue to write because I love the creative outlet and because it is extremely cathartic for me. Expressing feeling and emotion and purging my past is incredibly liberating.


About the poet in her own words:

I’ve loved words forever. I collect them on rocks, jewelry and tokens. I began to write poetry over ten years ago. I started with free verse and ultimately found I loved tanka. It is a wonderful release for my feelings and emotions. I live in South Georgia, USA with my husband Dennis, my cat Frankie and dog Happy.



Your Challenge this Week:

Take inspiration from Stacey's lovely tanka and write about survival and what it means to you. It can be anything; go where the word takes you ...


Have fun!

And remember – tanka, because of those two extra lines, lends itself most beautifully when revealing a story. And tanka prose is storytelling.


Give these ideas some thought and share your tanka and tanka-prose with us here. Keep your senses open, observe things that happen around you and write. You can post tanka and tanka-prose outside of these themes as well.

 

PLEASE NOTE

1. Post only one poem at a time, only one per day.

2. Only 2 tanka and two tanka-prose per poet per prompt.

    Tanka art, of course, if you want to.

3. Share your best-polished pieces.

4. Please do not post something in a hurry or something you have just written. Let it simmer for a while.

5. Post your final edited version on top of your original verse.

6. Don't forget to give feedback on others' poems.


We are delighted to open the comment thread for you to share your unpublished tanka and tanka-prose (within 250 words) to be considered for inclusion in the haikuKATHA monthly magazine.


 

 

 

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#2


exploring the lanes

of an old part of town

at dusk

a pitch-black cat dashes

in and out of sight


Priti Aisola, India

Feedback is welcome.

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TP#2 - 19/05/26


Unbinding

 

He waits for me by the waterfall; the waterfall which holds wonderful memories, the waterfall by this monastery. Dazed and confused, I wander its grounds, soaking up tranquillity. I know I need to confront him but I’m struggling to muster up enough courage.

 

In the main hall, I walk up to the Buddha, and prostrate three times. Two nuns approach and listen to my predicament, they advise that it’s a test I must overcome. 

 

‘Please, will you both help me?’ I plead. 

 

“We cannot do this for you, but we will stand where you can see us and send you strength.” 

 

 

frayed 

friendship bracelet 

a soak overdue

in the plunge pool 


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mona bedi
mona bedi
May 18

Tanka art

19.5.26


a light winter breeze

sends a shiver down my spine —

alone in our old home

I wrap around myself

the warmth of memories


Mona Bedi

India


Feedback appreciated:)

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Sreenath
Sreenath
May 18

#1

18/5/2026


uprooted amrita balli

stuck on the tree

dropping roots like a banyan . . .

her never say die attitude

through the cancer


~ Sreenath, India


Amrita Balli = Indian Tinospora/Heartleaf Moonseed


Literally


Amrita = Nectar/Ambrosia/Elixir/Immortal


Balli = Creeper


Well known in Ayurveda, a very hardy creeper. I know by first hand experience it's impossible to kill it!


Pic/Tanka:Sreenath



~

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#2 18/05


blind pursuit

of something

beneath my claws...

I will reach what I seek

in a summer nap


Fatma Zohra Habis/ Algeria

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