Author: Frank J. Tassone
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Book-lover’s bedtime
Originally posted on Bill Waters ~~ Haiku: book-lover’s bedtime — I mark my place with a smaller book Published in the inaugural issue of Bloo Outlier Journal, 12/23/20. * * * *
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“drifting clouds…” a #tanka (12/28/20)
12/28/2020: unprompted drifting cloudsthe last maple leavescling in the sunthis present moment keepsslipping away #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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Dreams
Originally posted on Vento del giorno: Elena Moskaliova il vento increspale nuvole dei sogni —pesci sott’acqua the wind ripplesclouds of dreams —fishes under water out of seasonthe red tulips –wingless dreams fuori stagionei tulipani rossi –sogni senz’ali solo nei sogninon hanno mai finei nostri addii only in dreamsour goodbyesnever end* *for this haiku my thank…
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The Blo͞o Outlier Journal
Originally posted on My Inner Voice: winter solstice?I become the shadow?of a river moon An inaugural issue of The Blo͞o Outlier Journal (Winter Issue #1, 2020)
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Today’s Haiku (December 28, 2020)
Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 冬凪や鉄の匂ひの坐礁船 柏原眠雨 fuyunagi ya tetsu no nioi no zashôsen ??????????? winter calm sea— ??????????? a stranded ship ??????????? with a scent of iron ??????????????????????????????????????????????? Minu Kashiwabara from “Haiku Saijiki” electronic version edited by Kadokawa Shoten, published by Kodansha Sophia Shuppan, Tokyo, Japan, 2018
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My Daily #Haiku (12/28/20)
12/28/20: movie year’s endfinally a worthymovie on Netflix! #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry
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blue ~ a haiku
Originally posted on Mindfills: harvest moon shrouding the mind’s haunted unborn realms ~ bliss of the nadir *** Mindfills of s.s. *** For Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge #163 – nochi no tsuki – Blue Hunter’s moon GoDogGo Cafe’s – reminder for submissions for – Through the looking glass – reflecting on madness and chaos within
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summer solstice
Originally posted on anotherKate: In response to Frank’s Haikai challenge, my first tanka (hope I got the form right): As the sun rises a million cicadas wake, and start drumming their fifteen-hour crescendo to celebrate the solstice and a haiku: The longest day fits neatly with the shortest night. How well organised!