Frank J. Tassone

Author: Frank J. Tassone

  • Today’s Haiku (May 4, 2019)

    Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 夜の蝶人ををかさず水に落つ　　飯田蛇笏 yoru no chô hito o okasazu mizu ni otsu             night butterfly             without intruding on people             falls on the water                                                 Dakotsu Iida from ‘Haiku,’ a monthly haiku magazine, May 2016 Issue, Kabushiki Kaisha Kadokawa, Tokyo Fay’s Note:  Dakotsu Iida (1885-1962)

  • #Haiku: Blossom Haze

    Originally posted on Charmed Chaos: https://frankjtassone.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/vintage-star-magnolia-2096555_1280.jpg heady perfumed haze spring’s citrus-honey essence- magnolia blossom Frank J. Tassone: Haikai Challenge #83

  • Blossom Haze

    Originally posted on revivedwriter: A late submission for Frank J. Tassone’s haikai prompt for this week, which is Blossom Haze (Hanagumori) He included the fact that May is traditionally a summer month.  May — a summer month? Time escapes tenuous grasp In the blossom haze

  • My Daily #Haiku (5/4/19)

    5/4/19: paper tiger after wrestling with paper tigers Spring Day #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • 2 haiku/senryu in Presence

    Originally posted on Caroline Skanne: sound of rain cat paws kneading a soft blanket ? ? ? winter’s depth the sound of empty in a pill jar ? ? ? Presence #63

  • haiku: forever swan…

    Originally posted on Haiku For Living: . forever swan on a silver stream slow ripples ? ? ? ? .

  • seeing new details

    Originally posted on Haiku Art Site: seeing?new detailsin the old paintingFebruary light We have art on the walls from?Bethesda Thrift Store?in Sheboygan, Wisconsin.? I imagine the paintings have many stories. It always amazes me to watch the days grow longer again, even during our long winters. We have lived here long enough, that the light…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 6: July 30, 2014

    She serves from half-court. I return forearm. She backhands it over the net. I race into position and pivot, delivering the best backhand of our volley. Did she return it? Did I? Getting water later, I say, “We’ve progressed from terrible to rotten.” Tennis court bathed in sunlight slapping sounds We return from the country…