Author: Frank J. Tassone
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Gogyohka: autumn rain
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes: I look for light where there is none, taste the wind for a salt memory of the sea and touch the wild grasses for the fleeting presence of a hare ? wind blows full of damp grey ribbons of cloud streaks and shafts of steely grey rain-wet and dew-wet…
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Haiku # 660
Originally posted on Rooted in Love: The fragrance of her skindiligently – I study it to learnthe meaning of spring
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late November – – tanka
Originally posted on Ontheland: late November withered grass whispers summer on rain-melted fields yet autumn deepens there is no going back . . ©️2019 Ontheland Contemplating Frank Tassone’s Day 8 excerpt from Basho’s Narrow Road to the Interior, this tanka reflection came to mind.
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’14 Summer Swansong (part 3): my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
August 27th The water covers our ankles, and it’s still cold after a summer’s worth of sun. A few steps in, and waves crash against our knees. The undertow pulls and pulls. Frankie soon lets the riptides carry him back to the beach. surf and turf sunlight at our back We all walk east on…
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Thanksgiving Prep ’19
Mira and I rise from bed before seven. Twenty-one of our family will arrive for Thanksgiving by one in the afternoon. Brief–and individual–breakfasts precede the first labors. While Mira prepares and begins to cook the turkey, Frank and I bring up tables and chairs. He soon has tablecloths and plate settings in place. I review…
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Daily Haiku: Nov. 28, 2019
Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: senryu ? Thanksgiving alone a turkey pot pie in the microwave ? by Chad Lee Robinson (USA)
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Diario – Diary
Originally posted on Vento del giorno: ? Josef Sudek rainy nightfall tomorrow autumn again and again pioggia notturna domani nuovamente ancora autunno rain and wind words my sole companion pioggia e vento parole la mia sola compagnia in pozze d’acqua la fissità del cielo — canto d’autunno in deep puddles the sky steadiness — autumn…
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courage – – haibun
Originally posted on Ontheland: It takes courage to live, courage to die, to shed tears, to mourn. We talk of swords, fights, and battles but it is the language of the carp (koi) that captivates me. Like the willow, the carp knows how to follow the wind…and when necessary, has strength to swim upstream. In…
