Michael
McClintock and Johnye Strickland, Judges
Simple, straightforward, contemporary—yet how complex
and many-layered are the thoughts and feelings these tanka set in motion,
embodying collective recognition and cultural expression through images,
narrative, forms and rhythms. We are sure that each is worthy of an essay.
Here, we have space only to offer a few clues about how or why each of these
poems impressed us.
First Place ($100)
old memories
like tangled fish hooks
impossible
to pick up only one
without all the others
an’ya
La Pine, Oregon
Aphoristic, to be sure, but appropriately so and a
wonderfully apt choice of image and metaphor, an’ya’s poem caught and kept our
attention. The poem’s imaginative leap from “old memories” to “tangled fish
hooks” carries remarkable force; it may not be a pretty image but it is,
without doubt, a psychologically valid one, conveying both the character of
fish hooks and the mixture of pleasure and pain that is human memory. There is
nothing fancy here; the tone is matter-of-fact. It is a classic poem of the
singular, durable image.
Second Place ($50)
here on a knoll
in the fields of spring
I’ll lay it down . . .
and for a while be rid
of a mind that never rests
Kirsty Karkow
Waldoboro, Maine
Actually or figuratively, we’ve all been to this “knoll”
Kirsty Karkow writes about; from nature we all have sought that same promise of
brief respite from the Monkey Mind that seems never to cease its chattering.
The sensitivity and modesty of this poem justify the sympathy we may bring to
it. The poem turns a rather common spring scene into something lyrically
meaningful, an adult’s sensibility of the moment, of the peace offered by that
little knoll . . .
Third Place ($25)
late night storm . . .
I lock the door and hope
the children are safe
in the unruly boroughs
of their dreams
Collin Barber
Marion, Arizona
All the lines in Collin Barber’s poem lean into, as
well as support, the magnificent phrasing and meaning of those mysterious but
instantly recognized “unruly boroughs” of the fourth line. Admittedly, there is
some mystery here: that “late night storm”—was it the weather or something
else? And what, exactly, are “unruly boroughs”? As judges, we still cannot
answer those questions adequately. Though hardly a riddle, the poem has the
elements of one: and that was the clincher for us, for its subject, finally, is
human love.
Honorable
Mentions (in no particular order)
These tanka are characterized by a sense of the
contemporary, drawing into their lyrical reflections events and objects that
have little or no tradition of poetic use. In fresh and original ways, the
central image of each poem is made to yield vivid, startling meaning.
blowing across
the plowed field
a sheet of newspaper
with who knows what
kind of news
Tom Clausen
Ithaca, New York
Tom Clausen’s combination of urban with rural imagery
draws together two kinds of world. The poem seems to ask the question: What
matters most? We found in this poem a wonderful resonance between the old news
adrift in the newspaper, passive and empty, and the latent, intentional future
symbolized by that plowed field.
a week after
my coworker’s suicide,
the sculpture on her desk
collapses—magnetic paper clips
that held nothing together
Michael Dylan Welch
Sammamish, Washington
Michael Dylan Welch’s sculpture of paper
clips—something we have all seen, and may even have on our own desk tops—is
turned into a powerful metaphor about the fragility of life, and of individual
purpose, in our time.
give me
a short cliché
to wear
on this battered sleeve
along some commonplace street
Sanford Goldstein
Shibata-shi, Japan
Sanford Goldstein’s short cliché on a battered sleeve
struck us both as an unusual poem of insight and courage, homing-in with
remarkable precision on the human need for the familiar and ordinary, however
used-up, tired, weak, or inadequate it might be: the poem turns the whole issue
of cliché on its head, as only the best art can.
last night
dark birds pecked the edges
of my dreams
all day I keep looking
at the unplugged phone
Michael Evans
Port Orchard, Washington
Finally, black birds have been used frequently as
signs of both good and ill in the Western literary tradition; and in dreams, they
often are interpreted to mean problems in relationships—in both poetry and in
dream interpretation venues. In Michael Evans’ tanka, which offers the
startling combination of black birds with an unplugged phone—symbol of
disconnection, willful or circumstantial—we have allusive connections with the
everyday, as well as with the Jungian collective unconscious. Isn’t that what
poetry in any form is all about?
The Tanka Society of America 2008 International Tanka
Contest received 339 entries. We are especially grateful for the special care
taken by Carole MacRury in coordinating such a large field, and for always
being there to help us with the logistics. Congratulations to the winners, and
many thanks to all the poets whose work we were privileged to read.
Contest Coordinator: Carole
MacRury