A Tanaga

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Fussy Little Forms:  Tanaga
(posted by Marian)
For our weekend fussy form challenge, let’s head to the Phillippines and try the TANAGA.
the tanaga is similar to haiku and tanka, being a compact quatrain with four seven-syllable lines. The tanaga can be written in various rhyme schemes, but traditionally all four lines rhyme, like aaaa bbbb cccc, and so on:

A tanaga poem can stand on its own four lines, or the verses can be strung together for a longer poem. Usually titles are not used with tanaga poems.
The key to tanaga is that it is a witty poem, emotionally charged or heavy on metaphor, sometimes begging a question that demands an answer.

Her illness rips him apart,
disintegrating his heart.
Is there no way to restart
a life cast into the dark?


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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14 Responses to A Tanaga

  1. sanaarizvi says:

    Oh gosh this is heartbreaking 😦 it’s difficult to cope with the illness of a loved one.


  2. Marian says:

    Awwwww. Yes, indeed. If only there were a way.


  3. This tells so much … to live with another person’s illness what a burden.


  4. Yup. Life is so hard when health deteriorates.

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  5. My heart just broke a little. People always ask me how I deal with living with a small gang of chronic illnesses. And the truth is that I deal with it quite well–my body and my hurts don’t rule me. But seeing my pain reflected in my husband’s and in my father’s eyes… dear goodness, that breaks me.


    • If you are not ruled by hurts and aches, you are a huge success.


      • Pain, both acute and chronic, is a selfish river that rarely (sometimes never) lets us see shore. To say that the roaring of its waves doesn’t influence the shape our swimming path would be ridiculous and false. To do whatever we can to swim (or flail) down that path on our own terms feels like a huge success, indeed.

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