We learned how to write tanka poetry a few weeks back. A tanka poem is a traditional Japanese form of poetry. It follows a 5-7-5-7-7 syllabic pattern and can go on for a long time. We only stop once we reach infinity – that is, until we feel like we can’t get anything else out of the poem. Each stanza must transition effortlessly from the previous stanza.
As an exercise, we participated in a round robin. One person had to write the 5-7-5 section, the next the 7-7 section, and so forth. The cool thing about this lesson was that the poem’s topic could change at any moment.
Here’s the final product (the title certainly gives you an idea of the poem’s tone):
DAMNED
The bus climbs uphill,
Doors exhaling a goodbye.
The child waves back.
Yellow halts a sudden stop.
It’s time for another day.
To wither away
On Grandpa’s dusty brown porch
My brain is emptied
I have become my grandpa
Old–losing touch with myself.
Same one must save me
I drown in memories of
The times we would laugh.
Your scent swirls all around me
Please just stop this misery.
There is no way out
This retched world you live in
Will soon out-live you
So therefore: damned if I do
And then: damned if I do not
I pace the world’s edge
Look down–a long way to go.
Do I leave now?
I am free-falling into sky
Never has death felt so free
And liberation
Is what we say to ourselves
When we have a voice
And I just don’t have a voice
And so there’s no salvation.
It’s such a happy poem, right? I intended to make the poem sound optimistic (I wrote the first three lines), because my friends usually say I’m a dark writer. It wasn’t my fault that this poem turned out differently than I expected!
Anyways, I feel like I’ve definitely grown as an amateur poet. It helps to read some fine poets from the past. I also enjoy reading my peers’ work in our workshops. My professor tells me that I need to use poetry to explore and to let go. I found that writing approach hard at first; as a fiction writer, I always sketch out the narrative arc of my stories. I want to feel like I’m in control of the plot, the characters, the setting, etc. Because my stories are fictional, I write to explore other people’s lives, and not my own. That’s not what you should do in poetry.
After taking this poetry course, I’m beginning to understand what it means to “let go.” If I write something and it doesn’t sound like it “fits” in a piece, I shouldn’t put it in the trash right away. Perhaps that word or phrase came out of my mind for a reason. Maybe it needs its own poem. Recently I’ve been writing a lot of poetry about memories of my childhood and my family. Though only a few people have seen my poetry – and I don’t intend to ever attempt publication – I still feel guilty about what I’m writing, but it’s therapeutic at the same time.
I’m revising my poems for the final portfolio, and I might post a few on this blog! So stay tuned.
