Frank J. Tassone

Month: March 2021

  • My Daily #Haiku (3/22/21)

    3/22/21: portraits of lost cats Spring warmthportraits of lost catsby the shelter #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • Rule of Thumb

    Originally posted on the other bunny: (for Frank Williams) A little brown pot that could fit in the palm of a woman’s hand. Too small a container for tea, for safety pins, for buttons lost for missing coins or even for a cactus. It holds it’s own small void. a glaze of memories deep with…

  • immortality

    Originally posted on thoughts and entanglements: with the lilt of a butterfly falling leaf fulfilling the arc of life – chasing immortality …for my mom… Pat 3/22/21 https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/03/16/tanka-tuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-217-themeprompt/ https://amanpan.com/2021/03/18/eugis-weekly-prompt-rainbows-march-18-2021/

  • Today’s Haiku (March 22, 2021)

    Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 鳥雲に結婚離婚すべて紙　　　堀切克洋 tori kumo ni kekkon rikon subete kami ??????????? birds into cloud ??????????? marriage and divorce ??????????? are all papers ??????????????????????????????????????????????? Katsuhiro Horikiri from “Shakutori no Michi” (Inchworm Road), haiku collection of Katsuhiro Horikiri, Bungaku no Mori, Tokyo 2018 Fay’s Note:? ‘tori kumo ni’ (bird…

  • Enlightened: a #WorldPoetryDay2021#gembun

    With a single ripple, the pond shimmered, the midday sun a wavy glow all across it. Island pond the miles of hiking that follow #haibun #haiku #gembun #poetry #photo #worldpoetryday2021

  • “a long way…” a #tanka / #kyoka (3/21/21)

    3/21/21: International Poetry Day a long waysince Plato banishedthe poetsHappy InternationalPoetry Day, haijin! #tanka #kyoka #micropoetry #poetry

  • My Daily #Haiku (3/21/21)

    3/21/21: Port-A-John “Valley of Boulders”–who needs a port-a-john withall these toilet-trees? #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry

  • Balance of Seasons: a #TankaProse

    clear sky she casts weed killer on the lawn Pale-green grass–cut by the silhouettes of naked maples–bathes in early afternoon sunlight. A few still-winter-clad walkers stride beside the front yard. I witness it through our home office window, my pale face reflecting LED light from an Acer laptop screen. Are you proud of me, Billy…