Author: Frank J. Tassone
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Haiku # 569
Originally posted on Rooted in Love: Dead but not forgotten… the torn sign blowing in the autumn wind ~ Dawn through the curtains… the cherry of her breast warming my lips ~ البيت المهجور في أرجاءه صدى طفل ما زال يبكي ~ عطر القصيدة بحبر النجوم أخطّه على نهديك
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Paper Lanterns
Originally posted on Adas Poetry Alcove: Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #26 Revise That Haiku the summer moon there are a lot of paper lanterns on the street © Masaoka Shiki (1867-1902) paper lanterns line the street summer moonlight
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Haiku
Originally posted on Martha Magenta: ? hailstorm . . . stilettos quicken on the sidewalk ? © Martha Magenta ? Neo-classical Haiku: Zatsuei – Haiku of Merit World Haiku Review, March 2018, page 1 https://sites.google.com/site/worldhaikureview2/whr-march-2018/haiku-page-1 ? ? tadpoles— my overuse of commas ? © Martha Magenta ? Shintai Haiku: Zatsuei – Haiku of Merit World…
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#Haikai Challenge #27 (3/31/18): White Lily or Azalea (tsutsuji) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
courtesy of Walsingham | National Shrine of Our Lady at Walsingham Spring continues to emerge, Haijin! The growing warmth of the season has melted all but the most stubborn patches of snow. Here’s to those of you that joined in the spirit of transformation of this season by sharing in last week’s challenge, Triduum.…
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My Daily #Haiku (3/31/18)
Courtesy of Planet Thoughts 3/31/18: frog The old pond, A frog jumps in: Plop! Basho (Translated by Allan Watts) old frog a dried-out pond … croaking #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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Haiga, Haiku & #31: Frog Stories & March NaHaiWriMo 2018
Originally posted on A 19 Planets Art Blog 2010/2024: * frog landing i mark the spot with a stone * frog moon across the pond night fog * for March Prompt #31 NaHaiWriMo 3-31-2018 * Angie Werren March 31 — frog *
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river
Originally posted on Project words: river thaw the first cracks of spring ? ? ?
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Stilled Winds
Originally posted on Jilly's: NaPo is upon us! April may be the cruelest month for many-layered reasons in Eliot’s world, but it is my favorite month as a writer and poet. A remarkable thing happens each year as April approaches; my muse, the flow of inspiration and writing, dries up, leaving me fearful that I…
