All of which is no introduction whatsoever to Grace O'Malley's challenge over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - to write a tanaga.
A tanaga is a short poem of four lines, each line seven syllables with a single rhyme. Today, other rhyme schemes are used, including freestyle rhyme, but for the purpose of this exercise, let's try to stick with couplets.
So, here's our form:
XXXXXXA
XXXXXXA
XXXXXXB
XXXXXXB
The tanaga is traditionally presented without a title, has an extreme reliance on metaphor, should be emotionally charged and ask a question that begs an answer.
Which is a lot for four lines, so I doubled it and have come up with what might be an ambahan. There is a lot more detail, and other tanaga tries, here: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2012/01/tuloy-po-kayo.html

Caught logs will burn their brothers,
coal dust pure fuel that smothers
till critical heat ignites
fossil thought on hoar frost nights.
Some little warmth for pleasure,
such surface lacks the pressure;
would I drop a world tonight
to make carbon facet light.
23 comments:
I like your creative take on this form, and posting a question too.
All the verses are good but I like the first one the best...burn their brothers...great image to this ~
I agree with Grace..I love that first line. Great job on the form
I love fires too, and I love that first line!
Coming from a family of firemen, I share your obsession. We keep a burnpile and have bonfires all year long. They're so cool late at night in any season.
You've done a great job in adapting the form to the content. I've attemped, but it keeps coming out silly. Maybe that's okay?
Well yes JoAnne - you have the kind of mind that can come up with fantastic things like this - not sure i could - might try later.
I love our stove which burns wood and coal. What I like is the way you can see pictures - often faces - in the embers. Don't know how people survive without a fire.
Wonderful use of imagery to bring this bright fire to life.
Love fires! absolutely-
hard work!
I would rather poke it down
pile it on, fill in red crowns
I just love to ring it round
pop pop snap twigs make blue sounds.
Is there anything you can't turn your hand to? You certainly ticked all the boxes for the tanaga.
Grace, Susie, Marion: thank you. I'll keep the first line!
Karen: You make me think your relatives had to follow you about putting out fires!
As to silliness, I often think that's the 'couplet effect'.
Weaver: thank you, and yes, ember watching is fascinating - almost a dream world.
Kerry: thank you.
Izzy: thank you, and nice one!
Peter: ironing, generally. Ta!
Ah, I remember that snap, crackle and pop of flame! I now have a "realistic" looking gas log set which is easier to light (push a button) but I miss the sounds!
Love your work. Love even more I've found someone who might join my Anti-Ironing revolt. ;)
Ah, I'm not actually anti-ironing. I'm anti-me-doing-the-ironing.
Everything here is nicely pressed by the man of the house, and I'm going to get him to train the boys soon.
Ah, I'm not actually anti-ironing. I'm anti-me-doing-the-ironing.
Everything here is nicely pressed by the man of the house, and I'm going to get him to train the boys soon.
Laptop loves to double-click!
Oh, I'm not against the practice...just of ME doing any ironing! :)
What a delight - and love all d fire stuff - anyone who isn't fascinated by fires is missing something rather brilliant. What is Titus holding there? Is it a lion? Tell all. He has some look on his eye!
hope: sisters under the skin!
Louise: it's a bizarre half-hooped shaped tiger that he came home with after visiting a Grandma (children's, not his, I should add). He doesn't play with it but tolerates its presence in his basket, and it makes us laugh when you put it round his neck like a scarf.
His toys of preference are old knotted socks, which are a kind of replacement rat. He will shake them till his head is sore.
Real fires are wonderful and always stir somthing primal. Besides, toasting marshmallows over a radiator just isn't the same...
Fabulous! The first line is fantastic. I also love "fossil thought on hoar frost nights." Great tanaga!
Brilliant! I love the rhythm. It's so, so, groovy and musical. It's so short and yet so intense. Like that fire, I guess.
Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
I saw this over at Karen's Keeping Secrets and I really wanted to do it, but my brain is just not curving this way right now. I'm sure I'll managa a tanaga some time in the future.
In the meanwhile, I am loving the warmth from yours!
Kim, Lolamouse, Cuban, Kat:
warm words! Thank you.
I love fires, too, and used to stare and stare for hours on end - love the little gas spurts that blaze out of coal like dragon's breath, and yes, the whumph ignition of sleck...
Gorgeous wee poem - the form asks much; you give so much more.
Sleck?! You star! I didn't know sleck.
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