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7/31/19: birds floating asleep lawnmowers an interrupted dream of birds floating asleep #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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some ‘ku
Originally posted on weird laburnum: behind your doors lilies combust * like totems our tendons * deep in the thicket locks without keys * fault line the other self waits * abbreviations and other various lies * casting spells the wind the wind the wind Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
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Failed haiku, July 2019
Originally posted on Il fiume scorre ancora: ? My three poems featured in Failed haiku, a Journal of English Senryu, Volume 4, Issue 43 edited by Michael Rehling. Grateful and honoured for this publication. 🙏 after chemotherapy in the hospital room his sweet smile (to p.) dopo la chemioterapia nella stanza d’ospedale il suo dolce…
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Cicada Song
Originally posted on revivedwriter: This is for Frank’s haikai challenge this week. It really was a challenge because I knew nothing about cicadas, except that they are in a lot of Japanese anime. Google to the rescue! Rustling in the trees Annual cicada song: Harmless rattlesnakes
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Ephemeral Eternities: a #TankaProse
How an aroma of a scarlet petal contains the rapture of joy. How a single prick of thorn holds the agony of pain. How fleeting, even when cared for. How enduring in memory, when gone. How Shakespeare denigrates it through Juliet’s “What’s in a name…” How Stephen King mystifies it as an icon of the…
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Goldenrod
Originally posted on Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin: growing oldergoldenrod and rosesrefreshed by rain https://frankjtassone.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/goldenrod-007.jpg Photo by Karl – August 2010 https://frankjtassone.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/100_3057.jpg August 2015 https://frankjtassone.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/100_8950.jpg August 2017 Ellen Grace Olinger
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Warp and Weft ~ Images and Words: Presence, Number 64, July 2019
#Haiku Happenings #5: Debbie Strange’s haiku and #tanka appear in Presence! heat miragethe balked landingof a waterhen souvenirs . . .the memories I thoughtshe’d forgotten scented driftsof cottonwood fluffline every street . . .he might not make itthrough the winter I was delighted to discover that the following haiku was shortlisted for the Best-of Issue…
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Moondoggie
Originally posted on Daniel J Flosi is Consumed: Walking the dog, down the same sidewalk we take every night, back home. Down the side street that forms a T with the main street that we walk along a grey Chrysler, windows tinted, rolls, slowly, up to the intersection about ten yards too far back and…