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

- May 13
- 3 min read
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.

#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.
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
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:)
#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
~
#2 18/05
blind pursuit
of something
beneath my claws...
I will reach what I seek
in a summer nap
Fatma Zohra Habis/ Algeria