In dictionary parlance, a Tanka is a Japanese poem consisting of five lines, the first and third of which have five syllables and the other seven, making 31 syllables in all and giving a complete picture of an event or mood.
While Tanka and Haiku are traditional short forms of Japanese poetry, the conventional haiku consists of three syllable units and seventeen syllables in all, while the Tanka has five syllable units and thirty-one syllables.
Haibun consists of a prose poem and Haiku. It was popularized by the Japanese poet Matsuo Basho. The poem and the prose communicate with each other subtly or directly. As the Haibun connects prose with poetry, Tanka prose connects Tanka with the prose, ‘written in the Tanka spirit.’
Haiku and Tanka poems have gained increasing popularity among writers from all over the world.
Here are some samples:
It’s my weekly off. Tired of the monotonous slavery to gadgets and apps, I decide to take a stroll on the patio. The cars in the neighborhood are all gone, they would all return only by evening. The ‘Reserved’ and ‘Visitor’ signs seem to do the talking in the stillness.
wink of an eye white
trail in the sky
The worker on the roof is spraying baking soda. His face is masked; he wears gloves on his right hand. This routine maintenance work is to prevent the moss from growing during the damp season. With agility he ascends the sloping roofs to spray the white powder from end to other. Soon, comes the familiar black towed-on vehicle. With the blow vac, the man blows all the leaves fallen around the large condominium into a pile, gathers them and disposes them into the bin. Meanwhile, the other mows the lawn; soon the grass gets collected in the bag which he disposes, once again, into the trash bin. Job done, the vehicle soon disappears down the lane.
buried in the pile
drift beyond boundaries ~
(Atlas Poetica Issue No: 27)
daughter’s school work
she traces her fingers
on the writing—
reality hits her hard
nothing left to pay the fee
(Atlas Poetica Issue No:19)
snow white geese
In this quiet neighborhood, the kitchen window is my outlet to the world, the cookie cutter homes, ever enchanting. The young mother beguiles her baby with soap bubbles, the little one runs after the iridescent circles for a while, suddenly wishes to wander off on its own. Soon, the mother starts to play ball, the baby wants to enter home through the garden gate. Gently holding its hand, she takes it for a stroll in the condominium, exchanging pleasantries with the elderly woman on the patio across.
my dog wants me
to throw the ball once more
(Contemporary Haibun Online July 2018, vol 14 no 2)
Most often, seminars and meets turn out with a motley gathering where individuals await with bated breath for their names to be announced. Once their poetry reading is done, a mental switch-off happens and the monotones continue until recess is announced.
the new comer
recites a verse
As I listen to the bespectacled gentleman, I feel a strange peace descend on me. I notice goosebumps on my hands. His rendition, poise, intonation and presentation is impeccably perfect.
(Under the Basho, November 2018)
the wife showering
abuses on her husband
(Frog pond: HAS Volume 36: 3, 2013)
clothes on the line
(Haiku Universe, November 21, 2018)
(Haiku Universe May 28, 2019)
my sari clad mother
dons jeans and t shirt
(Haiku Universe August 18, 2019)
Juxtaposition creates powerful Haiku.