Month: November 2017
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Haibun 59
Originally posted on Michael Rehling: within the yellow lines i dont drink that much. a few liters of wine a year when dining out with my wife and friends. i also buy one bottle of lagavulin 16 years aged scotch a year. i reserve this peaty beauty for moments when i am sad. the death…
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Eufemia Griffo – Otata, Settembre 2017
Originally posted on Memorie di una Geisha, multiblog internazionale di Haiku: Etruscan tombs the shadows of Olives trees protect eternal sleep (tombe etrusche/ le ombre degli Uivi proteggono/ il sonno eterno) * Eufemia Griffo
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The Haiku Foundation Haiku Registry
Originally posted on Haiku Art Site: THF Celebration Fortnight 2017 – Day 7 post, by Jim Kacian, highlights the Haiku Registry, as “THF Fact of the Day.” Billie Wilson is the manager for THF Haiku Registry. * This lesson plan from The Haiku Foundation Education Resources features a haiku by Peggy Willis Lyles, from her…
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Fibonacci Spiral
#Haiku Happenings #3: Reena Saxena’s latest #haibun!
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fallen leaves
Originally posted on 日本文化の愛 Nipponbunka no ai: 人心緒絶えの橋に立かへり木の葉降りしく秋の通ひ路 hito kokoro odae no hashi ni tachikaeri ko no ha furishiku aki no kayoiji Our hearts On the broken bridge at Odae Do stand; Fallen leaves swept along The autumn paths back and forth… -Fujiwara No Teika Art by Suzuki Harunobu ?
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The Snake Basket
Originally posted on Old Pond Comics: ? ? Comics from Seabeck Haiku Getaway 2017.
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#Tanka Tuesday (11/28/17)…A Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day 28
By Stephen Reid (Eleanor Hull, The Boys’ Cuchulain) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons ‘I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky’ —W.B. Yeats crows’ flight tied to my post, waiting for my enemies denying the Morrigu…
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A #haibun about #change for #dVerse…#poetry #haiku
Last Laugh Sitting on a rock, cross-legged, I pretend to meditate. My eyes half-closed, hands on my knees fingers up, I keep repeating “ommm.” Even when he’s so far up the trail, I see that scowl of confusion I live for. Years later, when he’s only an old photograph and another Facebook name, I still…
Frank J. Tassone 