Category: haikai
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#Haiku (3/26/24)
3/26/24: sunset scarcely noticing it sunset #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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Hatsu Hana Nostalgia
I remember the first Cherry blossoms at Branch Brook Park, between Newark and Bellville, NJ. The lines of trees along the walking paths and roads, teeming with cascades of white and pink. Grove upon grove of lush blossoms, an effervescence to intoxicate poets. Will that be my lost Rebecca? Or do I dare hope in…
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#Haiku (3/25/24)
3/25/24: mountains missing the Ramapoughs finch songs #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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On Scribbling
Scribbling doesn’t relieve the pain of aching joints. Scribbling doesn’t stop the falling torrents, or the sudden streams flowing down our street. Scribbling doesn’t cease the constant hum of rain impacting the roof. Scribbling doesn’t ease the sandpaper sensation in the elbows. Scribbling incarnates the experience of it all. Scribbling bears witness to every facet…
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#Haiku (3/23/24)
3/23/24: flowers rainfall the tulips open by themselves #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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“stillness…” a #tanka (3/22/24)
3/22/24: listen stillness too deep to listen this silence and out of darkness an owl’s flight #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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#Haiku (3/22/24)
3/22/24: evergreens pale sky among naked boughs evergreens #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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A Curious Rain
All it takes is a glimpse. A rain of English gentlemen, and I hear the Dr. Who theme que up. Is it the titular character himself, in yet another incarnation, infinitely mutiplied by some TARDIS-esque machination? It is a novel invasion by another of the Doctor’s legion of enemies? Or is it simply the banality…
Frank J. Tassone 