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TANKA TAKE HOME: 24th 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 24, 2024

 

poet of the month: Jenny Ward Angyal


redbud blossoms

on a broken branch—

the creek

that drains the clearcut

runs also in my veins


~First Place, Mandy’s Pages

Climate Change: The Burning Issue’ Contest 2020



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


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.


Jenny: The beauty of tanka is that its five short lines can do so many different things. For such a short form, it is remarkably flexible, and there are very many fine contemporary practitioners, each one writing out of his or her own vision. So I’m not sure it’s meaningful to pick ‘favourites.’


After I discovered tanka about fourteen years ago, I soon transitioned to writing this form almost exclusively. I don’t yet feel that I have exhausted the possibilities of tanka, although I do also write some haiku. I am currently most interested in expanding the reach of tanka by using them in longer works: tanka-prose and tanka sets or sequences. Combining tanka with prose allows me to explore ideas and stories that don’t lend themselves well to poetry, while the embedded tanka provide a reflective counterpoint. When combined in sets or sequences, tanka exhibit a surprising synergy, and the whole emerges as more than the sum of its parts. Both strategies provide scope to explore themes larger than five lines alone can handle.


To tell you about the books I’ve enjoyed would take months. Or decades. I have too many books. So I will pick, almost at random, three recent reads that I have found meaningful. The Language of Loss, by Debbie Strange, for showing with poignancy and grace how tanka and haiku can talk to each other. The Horizon Waits, by Larry Kimmel, for exploring—mostly through cherita--what it means to be (like me) ‘an old poet / leaking into eternity.’ And Hedgerows, by Joy McCall, for inspiring me to try my hand at deliberately writing tanka in sets of five.

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's tanka poignantly explores our connection with nature, in view of the unfavourable changes happening around us. For this week's challenge, write about the CHANGE you observe in your surroundings. How is it affecting life in your city, town, or village? Share your observations. You may also write outside the prompt if you wish.


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.

 

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C.X. Turner
C.X. Turner
30 jul 2024

30/7/24 tanka-prose


Revision (thank you, Firdaus):

Mute Cry


A cloudy watercolour sky drifts beside us, blue-green horizon stretching time into a thin line. A patchwork of belly laughs and admiration sewn together, lie miles beneath. A newborn baby rests in the folds of his mother's arms and the aircraft intercom is fuzzier than it should be.


swans

in soundless flight

with grace

will i die this way

without him knowing


C.X. Turner, UK


(feedback welcome)


Original:

Mute Cry


A cloudy watercolour sky drifts beside us, blue-green horizon stretching time into a thin line. A patchwork of belly laughs and admiration sewn together, lie miles beneath. A newborn baby rests in the folds of his mother's arms and the intercom is…


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joanna ashwell
joanna ashwell
04 ago 2024
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Luci, do you mind if I email you with a question about Alba publishing, I have a manuscript being prepare by them at the moment... i ordered your collection from Amazon and I wondered how you managed to get your book on amazon to sell? Thank you, Joanna. my email is - ashwelljoanna@gmail.com

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mona bedi
mona bedi
30 jul 2024

Tanka prose

30.6.24


The tedium of an ordinary day


Elections are long over. Mayhem and excitement has given way to monotony. The tea seller still waits for a permanent stall. Slum dwellers are busy cleaning the drains before the monsoons. My maid keeps daydreaming about her own house. Slowly life is limping back to ‘normal’.


spring gives way

to a scorching summer

under the peepal

a rickshaw puller

catches up on his sleep


Feedback appreciated:)

Mona Bedi

India

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Milan Rajkumar
Milan Rajkumar
02 ago 2024
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Wow Mona, stunning

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30th July 2024

#1 feedback welcome


Revised (thanks, Keith):


Time capsule


A little village on the east coast is now a suburb. One particular influential family still has their wooden stove on a connecting road where they also sit out all day and also keep their domestic animals (a few roosters and hens with their chicks from time to time, a goat and it's kid, some cattle). There is a tiff between these owners and the nearby relatively new apartment owners.


the gleam

of silver pearls in sea

on a summer noon

a crow quenches its thirst

with AC drain water


Amoolya Kamalnath

India


Original:


Time capsule


A little village on the east coast is now a suburb. One particular…


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Milan Rajkumar
Milan Rajkumar
02 ago 2024
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Beautiful Amoolya!

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Padma Priya
30 jul 2024

#1

30-07-2024


twilight colours 

spill on to the sea foam...

on the beach

she reads the letter again

before tearing it to pieces


Padma Priya

India


feedback welcome

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Padma Priya
03 ago 2024
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Thank you.

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Kala Ramesh
Kala Ramesh
29 jul 2024

footprints

on the dry riverbed

do trees

remember the water

that once flowed by


Kala Ramesh #2

Feedback welcome

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Milan Rajkumar
Milan Rajkumar
02 ago 2024
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Sublime ❤️

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