hosts: Firdaus Parvez, Kala Ramesh, Priti Aisola & Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!
poet of the month: Ken Slaughter
no more waiting
for the next breath...
at sixty four
I let go
my mother’s hand
Gusts 28
a bug
crushed under my foot
...yesterday
I released one
into the garden
Atlas Poetica Arthropod Feature
We had the pleasure of asking Ken a few questions, and he graciously took the time to answer them. The previous questions are in the earlier posts, here’s the fourth one.
Q 4. TTH: Who are your favourite tanka poets? In addition to tanka what other genres of poetry do you write or read? Tell us about some of the books you've enjoyed.
Ken: I am a huge fan of Susan Burch, Janet Davis, and Debbie Strange. I like Susan’s unassuming wit, and she can hit you with an unexpected line 5. I like Janet Davis because of her plain language and penetrating insights. Debbie’s poems, haiga, and taiga are always very original and just very human and relatable. As for tanka literature, my favorite book is The Way of Tanka, by Naomi Beth Watkin. The book is written for the average tanka poet, not necessarily for the “experts”. I love the examples she chose, and she has an easy and clear way of explaining things. I like anything edited by M. Kei. I find experimental work in his publications that wouldn’t be published anywhere else.
As for non-Japanese style poetry, I gravitate toward plain-speaking, easily understood poets. I’m a fan of William Stafford, Ted Kooser, and Billy Collins. All of these poets are easy to read, but very accomplished as well.
More about Ken:
Ken Slaughter is a tanka poet who also likes to write senryu. He was vice president of the Tanka Society of America for a couple of years. He won the annual TSA contest in 2015. He submits primarily to Ribbons, Gusts, Prune Juice and Failed Haiku. You will see some of Ken’s tanka here in the excellent publication haikuKATHA. He lives in Worcester, Massachusetts with his wife, and is the proud servant of two one-eyed cats.
Are you inspired?
Challenge for this week: Is there a particular scent that triggers a memory? Use a scent in your poem. See where that takes you.
Give this idea 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 this theme too.
PLEASE NOTE:
1. Post only one poem at a time.
2. Only two 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 300 words) to be considered for inclusion in the haikuKATHA monthly magazine.
Thank you so much for your kind mention, Ken! I particularly enjoyed the ambiguity you employ in the first tanka. This could be interpreted as the writer letting go of his mother's hand as she passes, but I also think this tanka has a much deeper sense of mystery and intrigue. Perhaps this is a "death poem" of sorts, and it is the writer who envisions himself taking his final breath, letting go of his elderly mother's hand as she keeps vigil at his bedside. Thank you for sharing your gift, and I look forward to commenting on your offerings further when my reading assistant has a bit more time to help!
to lakshmi my feedback:
a perfect
arrangement of leaves
on the tree
sunlight touching them
equally
it's poem but, it doesn't "move" me at all. a tanka should move the reader in some way.
i would rewrite the last 2 lines with a juxaposition. pls don't be offended. blessings, pamela
such a perfect
arrangement of thick leaves
on the tree
sunlight touching equally
on each of them
.
Feedback please
in the darkness
a stirring
within lotus buds —
soon their secrets will open
to the rising sun
feedback appreciated.
Revised: Thanks to Ken, Billie and Firdaus:
dad’s diary
i cling onto his scent
on each page
the penned lines tell me
how little I knew him
Original:
dad’s diary i hold onto his scent on each page the penned lines tell me how little I knew him Feedback appreciated:)