hosts: Firdaus Parvez, Kala Ramesh, Priti Aisola & Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!
poet of the month: Madhuri Pillai
ancient
revered and reviled
this gnarled tree
under its forgiving branches
i rest my earth years
(Whispersinthewind 333.blogspot)
darkening sky...
the smell of rain
before it rains
clinging to yesterday's dream
a dried branch on a birch tree
(Blithe spirit Vol 29 No.1)
this
thirst for words...
again and again
searching for summer
in the winter of my mind
(Blithe Spirit, Vol.29 No.4)
Madhuri Pillai bio:
Madhuri Pillai was born in India, but she has lived in Australia for a major portion of her life.
She is an English (Hons.) graduate and a journalist by profession.
Reading and writing have always been her passion, and she is also an animal activist.
Madhuri lives in Melbourne with her family which includes Rosie, her fur baby.
Prompt for this week:
What strikes one about Madhuri Pillai’s tanka is the simple words, the quiet, yet sensitive observation of nature’s forms and changing seasons, the deeply felt emotion that this observation kindles.
In the first tanka, the repetition of the ‘r’ sound had been artfully interwoven into the entire poem. After the first four lines, with their slow, measured pace, L 5 glides smoothly. This tanka is replete with adjectives, yet this accumulation of descriptive words doesn't seem contrived. Each reinforces the contrast between the tree's 'ancient', wise and shielding nature and the narrator's 'earth years'
We invite you to write tanka about your ‘thirst for words’, or quest for creative expression – the moments of frustration and deep fulfilment that go with it. Or, write about a search for sunnier times in a period of relative gloom and creative dormancy.
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We are delighted to open the comment thread for you to share your unpublished tanka and tanka-prose (within 300 words) to be considered for inclusion in haikuKATHA monthly magazine.

#2 22-3-25 the tap spits
stale and muddy
be still
let the well
replenish
Cynthia Bale
Canada
Feedback welcome.
#1 22-3-25
I don't want to be a poem
I hate you
the words shriek
I reply that's too bad
and smooth down their syllables Cynthia Bale Canada Feedback welcome.
#1
11.3.25
flitting
from flower
to flower
hummingbird's round
a mala
barbara olmtak
The Netherlands
Feedback appreciated
Post #2
11.3.25
flowers sway
in the spring breeze
stay still … I tell them
as a swallowtail butterfly
perches on a daffodil
Mona Bedi
India
Feedback appreciated:)
#1
Revised (Thanks Priti)
horns locked
deer thrash in the bush
struggling
to rise above
our endless bickerings
Mohua Maulik, India
Original
horns locked
deer thrash in the bush
struggling
to scribble a poem that escapes
the delete button
Mohua Maulik, India
Feedback appreciated.