TANKA TAKE HOME — 3rd December '25 Featuring poet: Michele L. Harvey
- Firdaus Parvez

- 5 days ago
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hosts: Firdaus Parvez, Kala Ramesh, Priti Aisola & Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!
3rd December, 2025
poet of the month: Michele L. Harvey
again and again
that deep dive into nothingness…
unfathomable
that the pearl of my life
is beyond definition
Tanka Café Fall 2019
Winner Readers’ Choice
a fall cricket
sings alone on the porch
I too, wonder
about being born too late
or too soon
Skylark, Winter 2015
be still
and you may hear the heartbeat
of this world…
before birth, after death
unfolding like the tide
tankathursday March 31st, 2022 prompt: Music
Facing
We didn’t know why there was a traffic jam. The Brooklyn Bridge was always busy this time of day. Besides, we were on our bikes and it was a beautiful autumn afternoon…
facing
a cloudless sky
above the river
a lone speck atop the span
deciding to jump
Modern English Tanka, Winter 2007
Michele, we thank you warmly for sharing your poems and for your thoughtful responses to our questions.
Q1.
TTH: Do you come from a literary background? What writers did you enjoy reading as a child? Did you write as a child?
Michele: No I did not come from a literary background but my library card was a prized possession, taking me anywhere the mind could go.
Q2.
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.
Michele: In grade school I was introduced to Japanese Haiku and was immediately drawn to its nature focus and enchanted by its brevity, inner juxtaposition and its surprise AHA moment. I was unaware that there was a contemporary haiku & tanka world until my first computer in early 2005. Online I found Tanka & the contemporary Japanese Short form poetry on Jane Reichhold’s forums and Robert Wilson’s Yahoo forums, reading, writing & getting encouragement, inspiration & helpful feedback from many other writers.
More about the poet:
Michele's career has been as a professional landscape artist, painting in both oil & watercolor since 1976, in New York, USA.
Your Challenge this Week!
I grouped these poems together because they're about questioning life. Michele dives deep into it. We'd love your thoughts on the poems. This week let's go outside and find the tiniest creature, now connect with it in your poems. Don't take the easy route and write about a butterfly! Let's have some 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.

#1 - 8/12/25
a child sobbing
in the trolley basket
grips her phone
how far must we stray
from mother nature
Kanjini Devi, NZ
feedback welcome
#2 - 7-12-25 cross-stitch ...
step far enough back
and curves emerge
from straight lines
and a sea of squares Cynthia Bale, Canada Feedback welcomed.
#1
on the verandah
a moth
playing dead
peace descends
when I turn off the news
Geetha Ravichandran
India
Feedback welcome
#2
amongst the din
of the pie and mash shop
a toddler
expressing her dismay
at her dropped spoon
Robert Kingston, UK
Off prompt
Merging Emerging
Startled by the sound of an engine I mount the verge by the single track road on the Isle of Harris. On the opposite side a weathered traffic cone stands forgotten between bleached grasses. I can not tell where one colour begins and another ends. Red, black and peach tones repeat along the height of it.
the dividing line
between mountain and sea
silvered now
some boundaries
shimmer the beautiful
Florence Heyhoe
Northern Ireland
Open to critique