Author: Frank J. Tassone
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Haibun: Incoming
Originally posted on mishunderstood: I sit curled into the end of my couch with my tea, still too hot for sipping. The curtain is pulled back a few inches, just enough for me to view the morning show of winged wonders. I’ve come to visually identify many and now my interest turns to their unique…
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Haibun for a Reluctant Spring
Originally posted on K.: The day is grey and I am swept along its ways.? Dense, impenetrable, uncertain. And yet here is the sparrow tree.? It sings out in tangled branches of song, in a chaotic chorus with no melody but infinite cheer. The path continues with a chill bleakness.? Robins and starlings bathe in…
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Today’s Haiku (April 26, 2022)
Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 鳥帰るゴシック文字の墓の上 渡辺光子 tori kaeru goshikku moji no haka no ue birds return to the north ??????????? they fly above the graves ??????????? with Gothic letters ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Mitsuko Watanabe from Haidan, (Haiku Stage) a monthly haiku magazine, June 2017 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo
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My Daily #Haiku (4/26/22; 4/24/22)
4/26/22: star; 4/24/22: shadow streetlight shadowan alley cat lifts her headtoward the North Star #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #napowrimo2022 #glopowrimo2022 #npm2022
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Daily Haiku: April 26, 2022
Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: senryu tacking a calendarover a cracked hole in the wall . . .worse by Jerome Berglund (USA) Asahi Haikuist Network, April 1, 2022
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Street View
Originally posted on Heed not Steve: waning crescent –he traces his childhoodwith Google maps —— © Steve Mitchell 2022
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Seashores Journal, 2022
Originally posted on My Inner Voice: barn wind…the low notesof a wren’s song Seashores Journal, Issue 8, 2022 —– Also included in Seashores Issues, 6, 2
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Bird song sonata
Before sunrise. Before even the break of day. The first robin begins the overture. Others soon carry the melody. Soon, the sound of their choral arrangement shakes away the last hope of sleeping in. Before sunset. Before even the hint of twilight. The last robin refrains the coda. The harmonies have ended. Only the last…