Author: Frank J. Tassone
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Today’s Haiku (August 24, 2018)
Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 罠といふ美しきもの女郎蜘蛛 谷中隆子 wana toiu utsukushiki mono jorôgumo beautiful thing called a trap a silk spider Takako Taninaka from ‘Haidan,’ (‘Haiku Stage’) a monthly haiku magazine, September 2017 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo
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Hydrangea Blossoms
#Haiku Happenings #1 (8/24/18): Barbara Kaufman’s latest #tanka for Moonbathing!
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Autumnal Signs: a #HaikaiChallenge #tanka
late summer evening the sudden chill from an Autumnal cold Only moments ago Summer vacation begain for my latest #Haikai Challenge #47 (8/18/18): autumn near (aki chikashi)
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Haiku del giorno – Daily haiku
Originally posted on Vento del giorno: ? Komura Settai nubi di vento – due cigni nuotano fianco a fianco wind clouds – two swans swim side by side © A.M.
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Today’s Haiku (August 23, 2018)
Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 筋肉のつめたくレース編んでをり 大石雄鬼 kinniku no tsumetaku reisu andeori cold muscles doing lacework Yuuki Ohishi from ‘Haidan,’ (‘Haiku Stage’) a monthly haiku magazine, September 2017 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo Fay’s Note: ‘lace’ or ‘lacework’ is a summer kigo.
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Haiku – Sense of Place, Mountain – hearing
Originally posted on Martha Magenta: ? Aberfan the silent cries of children ? © Martha Magenta ? Note: In memory of Aberfan disaster in S. Wales where colliery slag tipped on a mountain collapsed killing 116 children and 28 adults. ? Sense of Place, Mountain – hearing Troutswirl, The Haiku Foundation Blog, August 22, 2018…
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A Helicopter Ride at Rye Playland: A #ThrowdownThursday (8/23/18) #haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve
Flashing red lights. Beeping horns. Bells. I pull the bar; the helicopter car rises. I push the bar; the car drops. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Around, around, around my brother and I fly. Until the ride ends. summertime Robert and I race to the next ride first published…
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summer chorus
Originally posted on Ontheland: Male fall field cricket, by Kevin Judge ~ In spring the yard comes alive again with the sounds of birds and insects—So much to hear that I cannot see. By August, grasshoppers and crickets abound. I step outside to a pleasant churring in the morning and at night, I notice a…
