A TUESDAY FEATURE
hosts: Muskaan Ahuja, K.Ramesh
guest editor: Alan S. Bridges
Only the unpublished poems (that are never published on any social media platform/journals/anthologies) posted here for each prompt will be considered for Triveni Haikai India's monthly journal -- haikuKATHA, each month.
Poets are requested to post poems (haiku/senryu) that adhere to the prompts/exercises given.
Only 1 poem to be posted in 24 hours. Total 2 poems per poet are allowed each week (numbered 1,2). So, revise your poems till 'words obey your call'.
If a poet wants feedback, then the poet must mention 'feedback welcome' below each poem that is being posted.
Responses are usually a mixture of grain and chaff. The poet has to be discerning about what to take for the final version of the poem or the unedited version will be picked up for the journal.
The final version should be on top of the original version for selection.
Poetry is a serious business. Give you best attempt to feature in haikuKATHA !!
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Some consider senryu to be a subset of haiku while others consider it a separate entity. The distinction doesn’t matter to me, but there are poems that could be classified as either senryu or haiku, or in fact a blend of both. I tend to think of senryu as primarily non-nature poems, which can run the gamut of emotions, from despair to ecstasy. Following is a poem I wrote recently :
last rites
closing the lid
on a shoebox
The twist here is that you are led down a path that abruptly veers off in line 3. It was specifically written about the death of my friend Jacquie’s cat, Curious. Next is a senryu that she wrote, exploring the other end of the spectrum:
first blossoms
all the colours
of sidewalk chalk
---- Jacquie Pearce
Again I have chosen a poem that uses euphony to help deliver its message. Here Jacquie ends the first and second lines with soft ‘z’ sounds and finishes line three with a pair of rhyming words. One can clearly envisage the pastels and perhaps ‘first blossoms’ can be interpreted as young children in this happy scene, with multiple levels of potential interpretation!
Wishing good writing to everyone!
19/10/24 #2
waiting room
the faint smell of lavender
and burnt toast
C.X. Turner, UK
(feedback welcome)
cyclonic winds
the opened umbrella lifts
me off my feet
Kala Ramesh #1 Feedback welcome.
#2
counting sheep
i drift in and out
of drafts
Mohua Maulik, India
Feedback appreciated.
Revision
passing year
the widow still signs
as Mrs
Kanjini Devi, NZ
#2- 18/10/24
passing year
the widow signs
as Mrs
Kanjini Devi, NZ
feedback welcome
post 1
moving attic boxes
from one house to the next
thirty-year old dust
Adelaide B. Shaw
USA
comments welcomed