Author: Frank J. Tassone
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#Haiku Happenings #8: Tia Haynes’ latest #haiku (Italian translation by Eufemia Griffo)!
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tanka
Originally posted on lillian the home poet: one christmas mass past my hands clasped, so smooth, so young hers riddled vein-blue ~ snow covers ground, gently still my hands hued with age, missing hers Our Christmas tree is a memory tree. The bell from my mother’s tree, when she was a little girl. The Santa…
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(g) hc13/ LIGHT; sharing is caring (tanka, haiku) (12.24)
#Haiku Happenings #6: Jules’ latest #tanka and haiku sequence for my current #haikai challenge! via (g) hc13/ LIGHT; sharing is caring (tanka, haiku) (12.24)
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Haiku — Christmas
Originally posted on Life in Portofino: Charles Schulz Museum ? Something with needles — brought us a Christmas tree home Saguaro cactus ? Posted to Frank J. Tassone’s Haikai Challenge #13, where the kigo challenge word is Christmas. Merry Christmas for those who will have it (and Happy Chanukah, Happy Kwanzaa, etc.), and happiness for…
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distant family
Originally posted on rivrvlogr: distant family longing at the holidays thoughts cross many miles This senryū is my response to Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge #13: Christmas
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Christmases
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes: As the fires make corners of this house bearable, and the night falls silent and starless, I am thinking, not of Christmas, that seems so far away and meaningless, but of my children who will be coming here tomorrow to celebrate the ending of the year, and those who,…
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Almost Christmas
Originally posted on kanzen sakura: #Haikai Challenge #13 (12/23/17): Christmas #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga For Frank Tassone’s haiki challenge. f Almost Christmas We hold hands across the hospital bed. My husband is asleep and I watch him as he sleeps. Outside the window, snow falls – slowly and silently. Sounds filter to us…
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Earworm
Originally posted on Zander In Print: The elevator is gratuitously silent three days before Christmas. Just before the doors close her rushing footfalls break my peace. Consider not holding the doors; I feel guilty, but only a little. We’re both late on a day when the few dutiful unbeautiful show up for work. She is on…
