Author: Frank J. Tassone
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who will remove all the weeds? (Troibun)
Originally posted on Tournesol dans un Jardin: (c)Clr’18 She sits in her armchair, her feline friend loyally by her side on her comfy bench. A time to think of life past and present not knowing what the future will bring. One lives a life filled with hope as a child, moments of despair as a…
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Clouds and Waves
Originally posted on Adas Poetry Alcove: Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 Chained Together III (12) clouds and waves clouds and waves carry my dreams away tugging my anchor I stand in the shallows searching longing for your return (No hokko attribution for this poem, as it is one of mine. This would…
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A haven perhaps
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes: ? Since the season started, the deer have been round often. Do they know? Since the guns started blazing they have been coming here. Perhaps they do know. Often they are in pairs, a mother and a young one. Usually they stay close together. The young ones have been…
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Lifedeathetc featured in Hedgerow
Originally posted on Anna Maris: Poems from my latest collection lifedeathetc/livdödetc, published by Red Moon press in 2016, have been featured in the latest issue of the British haiku journal Hedgerow. https://hedgerowhaiku.com
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bowl of apples…
#Haiku Happenings #8: Tia Haynes’ latest haiku appear in Femku!
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Grounded, but Ready to Soar
Originally posted on Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings: We lie on our backs on the wide green expanse between dorms. Soon we’ll be starting classes here–a future scary, uncertain, and suffused with what ifs. We’re filled with the ardor and fire of youth. But in this moment, we’re still and content, bodies grounded, yet…
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Seen and Unseen Apple Trees: A #TBT #haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve
I see the apple tree. It’s dark-gray and brown, ridged bark, with Y-shaped branches splitting upward like outstretched arms from its knotted trunk. Its leaves fill every branch. The 2 x 4 Dad and I nailed onto the trunk below the split, so Frankie could plant his foot to climb it. I see him in…
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haiku series 19.9.18
Originally posted on Ontheland: clear autumn night folding ribbons of stars in infinite darkness : how vast the night sky on the edge of a galaxy I feel so small : poems, words spill from an ocean of stardust : gazing into space a splat drops onto my page an avian poem? : ©️2018 Ontheland…
