hosts: Firdaus Parvez, Kala Ramesh, Priti Aisola & Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature! artist of the month: Prakash Thombre
4th December 2024
Prakash Thombre's experimental illustration in ink.
Fluid: The Dance of Existence by Prakash Thombre
Fluid, like life itself, is a constant state of becoming. We are not rigid structures but malleable forms, ever-shifting and adapting. Our thoughts, emotions, and experiences are the currents that shape our being, flowing and receding, intertwining and diverging. By embracing this fluidity, we unlock a world of boundless possibilities, where change is not a threat, but an opportunity for growth and transformation.
The challenge for this week:
Can you make your writing fluid? Or whatever the word 'fluid' means to you. Flowing easily... to be able to tell a story effortlessly.
Give this idea some thought and share your tanka and tanka-prose here. Keep your senses open, observe things that happen around you, and write!
You can post tanka and tanka-prose outside this theme too.
An essay on how to write tanka: Tanka Flights
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We are delighted to open the comment thread for you to share your unpublished tanka and tanka-prose (within 300 words) to be considered for inclusion in the haikuKATHA monthly magazine.
A beautiful picture with depth which gives scope to great tanka writing! Thanks to the team for the innovative prompt!
Critique please
through the lace of trees
where rooks roost
pinks spreading on palest blue
the taste
of a new day
Florence Heyhoe
Northern Ireland
#1
10/12/2024, tanka
Feedback welcome, I am not sure about the tanka here, would love inputs.
An average afternoon
I try to sound poetic with little success. Verbs pull in opposite directions as adjectives flood the scene.
"Don’t wrestle with me," she says, "No poem worth her salt lets the poet decide who she will be."
between black coffee
and herbal juice—
my humble tumbler
of ginger tea
stands its ground
#2 10/12
the autumn leaf
surrenders itself
to the flowing river
how long
will you let me go?
Fatma Zohra Habis/ Algeria
feedback welcome 🌺
#1
10/12/24
good old days
a memory now
all my children abroad
and myself
in an old age home
~ Sreenath, India
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Feedback Welcome
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Pic/Poem:Sreenath
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