Category: haikai
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“ancient oak…” a #tanka (8/24/20)
8/24/20: prompt – old trees ancient oak a rare survivor of gypsy moths a hand on Sequoias older than the US #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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My Daily #Haiku (8/24/20)
8/24/20: fire grazing doeour fresh pile offirewood #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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Barton Orchard Experience: an .@ImageCurve #haibun
A smooth trip to Barton Orchard in Poughquag, NY—until the last 2 miles. A long, stop-and-go line of traffic behind an inspecting sheriff at a T-junction stalls our progress before our last turn. Summer-esque heat white-knuckling the wheel Paul lumbers more than walks. Like one of the Dwarves from the film “the Hobbit.” Mira recognizes…
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“lone grasshopper…” a #tanka (8/21/20)
8/21/20: prompt-free lone grasshopper amidst this summer breeze a delayed repair and a snake’s intrusion is a great time for Spanish wine #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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My Daily #Haiku (8/21/20)
8/21/20: village a woosh of wind … the last time I listened to the Village People #haiku#micropoetry#poetry
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Coyotic Arts: a #Tanka-Prose
Would that I could bend the will of monarchs with the clowning wit of a Court Jester. Would that I could elicit childlike laughter like a circus clown. Would that I could provoke epiphanies like a genuine Holy Fool. But I’m simply a poet. My words alone will need to be enough to inspire you.…
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Ultimate Conversations: an #AmericanSentence #Haibun / #Prosery
“Did it make a difference?” Jaimie wasn’t sure if there was a point to asking. Would Death even answer? The figure shrugged. “Does it ever?” “But it has too,” Jaimie said, “I can’t have sacrificed my life for nothing.” “No, not for nothing,” Death answered, “For time. For those whom you love.” Jaimie sighed, “When…
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My Daily #Haiku (8/20/20)
8/20/20: cave the painof leaving Plato’s cavecicadas #haiku#micropoetry#poetry
Frank J. Tassone 