Tag: AprPad
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Such Foolish Fun: a Day 1 #NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
We don’t play often. Sure, Mira asks anytime the weather is comfortable, without too much balm or chill. I’m usually the one that refuses. But not today. She rolls her hips, steps into her toss. With a snap of her elbow and a perfect release, she looses the blue frisbee toward me. I keep my…
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Of Stormriding and Picnicking (Again)
The aches throb. Even the sensations of fatigue have tired. The sleepless night, the challenging day facing students that had a week off, the planning of a poetry jam: They were the breakers. I was the eroding shore. But the Irish song is right: I “weathered the storm” and came “out smiling in the end.”…
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To Write a #Haibun / #TankaProse: an #Ekphrastic #MetaPoem
See what you see: A river of starlight across the black, the sparkles of starlight across dark water. Experience the sight. Feel the awe that comes from perceiving the sheer immensity of the expanse. Marvel at the serene joy of light amidst darkness. Then imbed sight and intrepretation in language that evokes the musicality of…
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Going Our Way
O! that you were your self; but, love you areNo longer yours, than you your self here live: moonlight rippling on a pond the way we go I ceased to be myself when I loved you. I become someone more, as did you. Together, let our intertwined hands hold fast as long as they can!…
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April Rain: a #haiku sequence
April rain another vacation day spent indoors the price for May flowers is all of this April rain swimming and jacuzzi bathing April rain before lunch and museums on this day with April rain trees budding in April rain hot coffee couldn’t we just lounge about during this April rain? #NaPoWriMo2019 / GloPoWriMo2019 26/30 WD…
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Complete Spring Day
Rippling blossoms in a young tree in bloom. Fresh dandelions growing on greening lawns. Radiant white pillars of a neighbors house bathed in afternoon sunlight. The hum of leaf-blowers and woodchoppers. Warm enough to walk outside. Cool enough to stay in. Such are the signs of Spring during April Days north of the equator. Like…
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A Ghost Wolf’s Last Hunt
I watch my mate from a distance. She wimpers next to my corpse. Hot blood still flows from the gunshot wound that stopped my heart. I watch my mate sniff once, twice, then wimper again. I throw back my head and unleash a howl that she cannot hear. She must rejoin the pack. Our family…
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An Ekphrastic Correspondence
Oh, Alisaka, That I could rise to the heights of your cranes. But I am earthbound, and my words can only marvel at your deft brushstrokes. mountain mists fledglings at their mother’s side for so many years this relic of college days still hanging for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #78: Rise (pubtended by Merril Smith) #NaPoWriMo2019…
Frank J. Tassone 