Author: Frank J. Tassone

  • Haiga, Haiku & #12: Pine Seasons & March NaHaiWriMo 2018

    Originally posted on A 19 Planets Art Blog 2010/2024: * earthen scent wafting through pine spring * for March Prompt #12 NaHaiWriMo 3-12-2018 Angie Werren March 12 — pine trees *

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    Originally posted on feathers: ? ? somewhereabove the pine treecrow moon ? ? pine trees — join us in NaHaiWriMo, on Facebook! I’m providing prompts for the whole month of March.

  • Daily Haiku: March 13, 2018

    Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: senryu ? Ellis Island the silence of forgotten consonants ? ? by Jim Kacian (USA), Author after/image

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    Originally posted on Project words: ? false spring frozen in an icicle weak sunlight ? ? ?

  • Today’s Haiku (March 13, 2018)

    Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 和歌浦やひらがな書きに流れ海苔   鷹羽狩行 wakaura ya hiraganagaki ni nagare nori             Wakaura Bay—             seaweeds flowing             in a shape of hiragana writing                                                                         Shugyo Takaha from “Haiku Dai-Saijiki” (“Comprehensive Haiku Saijiki”), Kadokawa Shoten, Tokyo, 2006 Fay’s Note:   In Japanese three styles of letters are used.   Kanji (Chinese…

  • My Daily #Haiku (3/13/18)

    3/13/18: broken falling snow another broken campaign promise #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • International Women’s Haiku Festival: Two Haiku by Caroline Skanne

    Photo: Maggie Stephens/Creative Commons/Flickr Observations of a child at play and an exploration of the wounds that haunt us find voice in two beautiful haiku by Caroline Skanne. a child hums . . . adding more blue to the summer sky This haiku captures a beautiful moment of contentment and creativity in all its simplicity…

  • It Will Come, It Will Come… – #haibun #haiku

    Originally posted on Trent's World (the Blog): It Will Come The wind bites my face.  I shuffle on, glancing up when the weather allows.  A blanket of white is drowning the land.  The calendar is playing tricks, mocking us with one blizzard after another while my Facebook shows me reminders of the flowers I saw…