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TANKA TAKE HOME: 17th July 2024 - Jenny Ward Angyal- poet of the month

Writer: Firdaus ParvezFirdaus Parvez

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

 

Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!

 

July 17, 2024

 

poet of the month: Jenny Ward Angyal


plague-year parsnips

browned in butter—

the flavor

of my mother’s victory garden

in another sort of war


~First Place, Sanford Goldstein International Tanka Contest 2020


We had the pleasure of asking Jenny a few questions, and she graciously took the time to answer them. Here is the third:


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


Jenny: There are no fixed stages! A poem may begin from within--as memory, thought or feeling—or from without--when something catches my eye and sparks my interest. Either way, I have to be paying attention or I will miss the moment. It helps to consciously slip into a state of peaceful, alert awareness that I think of as ‘tanka mind.’


the cry

of a kingfisher—

I seize

from the blue lake of morning

this nameless bounty


~ from ‘Flight Feathers

Ribbons 10:1, Winter 2014


If the impulse arises from within, I search the outer landscape for images to give it voice. If it comes from without, I muse on why this object or event seems significant--how does it connect to my inner landscape?


Sometimes the right words arrive like a gift, but usually, it takes many days to shape a poem from the initial thought, impulse or idea. Often, I don’t know exactly what I’m trying to say until I find the right shape for the poem. I constantly ask myself ‘What’s the point? Why do I want to write about this?’ I search for clarity and simplicity, layers of meaning and metaphor, shapeliness and music.


When I get stuck, it helps to get up and do something else. Tanka are brief enough that I can compose them in my head while I go about the rest of my life. A brisk walk outdoors in nature will often set the words flowing. I record ideas on my phone as I walk, so I don’t forget them before I can return to my computer.


I often ponder a poem I’m working on just before I go to sleep and let my subconscious mind have a go at it. I may wake in the middle of the night with words, images & ideas demanding to be written down before I lose them. In the very early morning, adrift between sleeping and waking, I can often tap into the subconscious mind, letting words arise uncensored.


nursing

a baby not my own

in a dream

she signs to me

the words of a poem


~ from ‘Flight Feathers

Ribbons 10:1, Winter 2014


After days of tinkering, when the poem finally feels ‘just right’ to me, I almost always share it with an online workshopping forum for feedback. The poem may receive a final lick of polish . . . or I may discover that it doesn’t say what I thought it did--which is well worth knowing! Then, it’s back to the drawing board . . .


About Jenny:

Jenny Ward Angyal spent her childhood wandering the woods and fields of rural Connecticut, where she attended a one-room schoolhouse and composed her first poem at the age of five. She spent many years studying and writing about biology, and many more teaching nonverbal children how to communicate. She now lives with her husband and one Abyssinian cat on a small organic farm in central North Carolina. She has two sons and three grandchildren.

Jenny has written tanka since 2008. Her tanka, haiku, tanka-prose and haibun have appeared widely in journals and anthologies. She is the author of five tanka collections: Moonlight on Water, Only the Dance, Earthbound, The Wind Harp, and Spellbound. She is also co-author (with Joy McCall & Claire Everett) of Beetles & Stars: Tanka Triptychs.  All her books are available on Amazon.

Jenny co-edited (with Susan Constable) the Tanka Society of America’s 2016 Members’ Anthology, Ripples in the Sand. She served for over five years as Reviews and Features Editor of Skylark: A Tanka Journal and for two years as Tanka Editor of Under the Bashō. She is currently a Global Moderator of Inkstone Poetry Forum.

  


Prompt for this week:

Jenny brings something special to each tanka (what a feast to the senses), and her writing process is truly enlightening. We'd love to hear your thoughts on her poems. This week's prompt word is REGRET, but feel free to write outside the prompt as well. Mostly, have fun!


Important: Since we're swamped with submissions, and our editors are only human, mistakes can happen. Please, please, remember to put your name, followed by your country, below each poem, even after revisions. It really helps our editors; they won't have to type it in, saving them from potential typos. Thanks a ton!

 

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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 these themes too.

 

An essay on how to write tanka: Tanka Flights here



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.

 

Please check out the LEARNING Archives.


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298 Comments


Keith Evetts
Keith Evetts
Jul 23, 2024

#2


Tiddles

disappeared into a care home

for a few more years

the hibiscus she planted

delights the passers-by

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mona bedi
mona bedi
Jul 23, 2024

Post #2

23.7.24


Self edit:


Gembun with tanka:


a dress she wore years ago still lies in the attic


pining for the life

that could have been

old lovers

come face to face

at a common friend’s funeral


Original:


Gembun with tanka:


a dress she wore years ago still lies in the attic


old lovers

remembering the life

that could have been

connect after years

on FaceTime video


Feedback appreciated:)

Mona Bedi

India


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Sumitra  Kumar
Sumitra Kumar
Jul 23, 2024

#2 23/7/24


another sunrise …

the chronology of events

that brought me this far

grateful i am to the known 

and unknown influencers


Sumitra Kumar

India

Feedback welcome

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joanna ashwell
joanna ashwell
Jul 25, 2024
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Lovely depth and imagery Sumitra.

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Kalyanee
Kalyanee
Jul 22, 2024

22.07.2024

#2


how this song

sings my heart's

content

wish i could say

the words that matter


Kalyanee Arandhara

Assam, India


Feedback most welcome

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joanna ashwell
joanna ashwell
Jul 25, 2024
Replying to

This is so lyrical and beautiful Kalyanee. The pivot leaves you space for the deeper meaning and layers to unfold.

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#1


Feedback welcome


tonight's full moon

hidden behind the clouds

dare I hope

that a guru awaits

my ignorance?


Suraja Menon Roychowdhury, USA

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What a lovely comment. Thank you Sumitra :)

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