Author: Frank J. Tassone
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Haiku about things that make us happy
Originally posted on Bill Waters ~~ Haiku: cloudburst! running for shelter laughing out in the rain that girl who twirls her umbrella Published in Brass Bell: A Haiku Journal (http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com/2021/04/haiku-happiness.html), 4/1/21. * * * *
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Daily Haiku: April 6, 2021
Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: social distance learning to love being alone by Lynne Jambor (Canada) Haiku Canada Review, Vol. 15, No. 1, February 2021
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My Daily #Haiku (4/6/21) #Nationalpoetrymonth
4/6/21: adobe #NationalPoetryMonth Four Cornerssunlit adobefrom the cliffside #haiku #micropoetry #poerty #NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo #napowrimo2021 #glopowrimo2021
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Tanka 3
Originally posted on whimsy~mimsy: the house finch perches on the blackberry bramble outside our window dawn casts his faint shadow on the pillow beside your face
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Femkumag, April 2021
Originally posted on Vento del giorno: My tanka in the latest issue of Femkumag ! https://frankjtassone.files.wordpress.com/2021/04/168429693_4154726084558326_2535278134292736096_n.jpg what is lostthe night grabs awaylittle by littleonly in my words nowthe warmth of your body © A.M. https://69b046c2-a7e1-4a9a-9a22-1c70986eaa24.filesusr.com/ugd/f4c0ea_56a9ac6a7a8b4659aca5720ecf8afbc5.pdf
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Jules’ “nd 4.5 fostering luck? 2p – Jules Pens Some Gems…”
#Haiku Happenings #1 (4/6/21): Jules’ latest solo #renga for my current #Haikai Challenge! fostering luck? thirteen idle thoughtsall disguised blessings insideher innocent mind gravitating hallowed thererising like wings of free flight through her halo, thererising gold beams; like spring bloomsof forsythia ©JP/dh
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“night…” a #tanka (4/5/21) #nationalpoetrymonth
4/5/21: unprompted #NationalPoetryMonth nighta day’s exhautionsettling inalways another lineof poetry to write #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo #napowrimo2021 #glopowrimo2021
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The First Art Immersion: an avante-gard solo #renga (4/5/21) Day 5: #nationalpoetrymonth
Only when the paint wets every canvas space I dare to perceive In a God-given glimps when the last breath stills canvas space consumed I hold this perception tightly to my chest They find a way, always to pry me loose from treasures ordinary lives belong in these spaces ending quietly All of the milky…
