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TANKA TAKE HOME — 20th May, 2026 Featuring poet: Stacey Dye

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

Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!


20th May, 2026


poet of the month: Stacey Dye



mottled

pink and purple

eventide

gives way to starlit skies--

the nightingale rejoices


Ribbons, Spring/Summer 2024



quarter moon—

a cradle for the stars

tilts and spills,

sprinkling them like glitter

across the night sky


Ribbons, Spring/Summer 2022



undone

by crushing loneliness

I feather my bed

with the sweet words

you whispered in my ear


The Helping Hand Haiku Anthology, Edited by Robert Epstein 2020



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


Q.3

TTH: How do you develop a tanka? Please guide us through the stages of a poem.


SD: Typically I find the impetus for a poem in nature, a phrase or idea that pops up or a decision to examine and express emotions and events of the past. Once I’ve established a theme, I begin to build around it. Usually, my tanka include an observation followed by a human based response that reflects a parallel between the upper and lower parts of the poem. I tweak it from there!


Q.4

TTH: Who are your favorite tanka poets? In addition to tanka what other genres of poetry do your write or read? Tell us about some of the books you have enjoyed.


SD: Jenny Angyal is an absolute favorite of mine. Her insightful and compelling nature based poetry always moves me. She is a great mentor of mine as well. 


My late friend Brendan Slater was a huge influence on me. I adored his minimalist take on tanka, also his “shock and awe” technique of expression. We wrote back and forth and critiqued each other and exchanged so many thoughts and ideas. I miss him so.


The other genre I enjoy is free verse. I hope to get back into the head space that allows me to write it again. I admire haiku.I totally stink at it. For the life of me, I cannot get the hang of it. Come to think of it, I suppose tanka is kinda the “momma bear” of poetry for me!


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:

Can Stacey's beautiful tanka inspire love poems? Let's write about love this week. Wherever it 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.


 

 

 

233 Comments


31.05.2026

Taiga #1


watching them

walk hand in hand

i reflect

when the rains come

who shelters whom


Amrutha V Prabhu

India

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So beautiful ❤️

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#2 27/05


strange to think we’re

just temporary travellers

on this ball of rock

never finishing what he began

an old poet’s life-bells chime


Fatma Zohra Habis/Algeria

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Thank you Amrutha 🌹 💟

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mona bedi
mona bedi
May 26

Gembun

26.5.26


They say our soulmates are written in fate


evanescent dusk

surrounds my loneliness —

in the fading light

I yearn for the warm presence

of someone I have never met


Mona Bedi

India


Feedback appreciated:)

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Hmm interesting!

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Baisali
Baisali
May 26

#2, 26/5/26


I started taking

coffee black,

how you used to...

the bitterness

helps


Baisali Chatterjee Dutt, India

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Ah! Bitterness indeed is medicine when the prescription is rightly timed. Lovely poem.

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26.05.2026

Gembun #2


they say, "now I know what love is not"


one by one

i mend my broken things

meanwhile

he returns carrying tools

i no longer need


Amrutha V Prabhu

India

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Thanks Sumitra.

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