Author: Frank J. Tassone

  • Crazy Bird

    Originally posted on Roth Poetry: This crazy cowbird has been dancing on my window sill for the past four day or more. He sees himself in the glass and fluffs out his feathers to show he is boss. He does it most of the day. Once in a while he goes to the feeder to…

  • green with envy

    Originally posted on a poem in my pocket: Joining Frank J. Tassone‘s haiku challenge: ataka (warmth) ? some(where?) spring has sprung if only could, i’d migrate soak in ataka  ? ?

  • no need for warm stones

    Originally posted on rivrvlogr: no need for warm stones winter chill a memory wake to robin’s song Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #29: warm Image source: wikimedia.org National/Global Poetry Writing Month ~ Day 14

  • #Haikai Challenge #29 (4/14/18): warm (atataka)…#haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

      Well, haijin, you got your bloom on for the first Cherry Blossoms!   Congratulations, participants! Haikai Challenge Participants  1. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr 2. Jane Dougherty 3. Dwight L. Roth 4. Jules 5. Jules 2 6. Xenia Tran 7. Xenia Tran (2) 8. Linda Lee Lyberg 9. Merril D. Smith 10. Janice (Ontheland) 11.…

  • Haiku del giorno -Daily Haiku

    Originally posted on Vento del giorno: La splendida foto di Beatrice Orsini e il mio haiku ad essa ispirato. The splendid photo by Beatrice Orsini and my haiku,  inspired by this pic. © Beatrice Orsini petali bianchi – su questo letto liso la mia pelle white petals – on this worn bed my skin © A.M.

  • Paws

    Originally posted on haiku tree: the cat paws at the window the birds don’t care ?

  • Tanka # 131

    Originally posted on Rooted in Love: Yesterday’s tight bud today is a flower… always a new love on the horizon of your world

  • Backyard Delight: an .@ImageCurve #haibun

    Backyard Delight     The apple tree’s trunk split into two like outstretched open arms. A step onto a stump and an arm around one of the splits ensured an easy climb. Dean and I sat on that great branch many summer days when the foliage concealed us from prying eyes below. We imagined we…