Tag: AprPAD2021
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A Correspondence II: a #haibun (4/12/21): Day 12 of #NationalPoetryMonth
Witness their blood stain the sands, Persian King. See your 200,000+ strong army fall by the scores at Marathon. O Darius, a mere 10,000 Greeks drove your screaming soldiers into the sea. Watch your ambition fail with them, as soon after you lie with your ancestors. twenty-six-point-two the last runner crosses the finish line. How…
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A Correspondence: a petite #TankaProse (4/11/21) Day 11 of #NationalPoetryMonth
Would I have the courage to commune with you, Celtic queen? Iceni regis you bloodied Roman legions in Britannia. but when you faced your end tell me, was it worth it? What would be your response if I did? American man did not your people bloody English Regiments? Considering what you gained how would you…
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Get Nostalgic: a #Tankaprose (4/10/21): Day 10 of #NationalPoetryMonth
How old was I when I first heard U2’s “Sunday, Bloody Sunday?” Thirteen? Fourteen? It doesn’t matter. I was hooked! percussion intro followed by that iconic arpeggio “I can’t close my eyes and make it go way!” A crushing riff, and pounding drum: Bono’s sung lyrics “broken bottles and the children’s screams / bodies strewn…
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Odin Speaks: a solo #renga (4/8/21): Day 8 of #NationalPoetryMonth
crafting the world from the corpse of our first kill my brothers and I If only you could have seen it: sculpting mountains, rivers, stars… insight and wisdom for the cost of one eye, a worthwhile bargain as was my sacrifice of myself to myself Leading the Aesir through wars and banquets plenty until Ragnorok…
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Fonn Cogaidh: a #shadorma-prose (4/7/21): Day 7 of #NationalPoetryMonth
forsythia still damp with tears this soil I know what you crave, Pathfinder. You come to me for it, and I find that amusing. Of all the beings in the world, why would you come to me looking for peace? Have you not heard the stories? Do you not know who I am? I whisper…
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Gemini: a #haibun (4/6/21): Day 6 of #Nationalpoetrymonth
Somewhere, a freezing preteen in an Iroquois loincloth chants, “I have faith in God. He will keep me warm.” He holds a torch above his head, standing with a legion like himself–shivering on a cold night. A bonfire down a grassy slope ignites. The legion marches foward. While the light of an apathetic moon shimmers…
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The First Art Immersion: an avante-gard solo #renga (4/5/21) Day 5: #nationalpoetrymonth
Only when the paint wets every canvas space I dare to perceive In a God-given glimps when the last breath stills canvas space consumed I hold this perception tightly to my chest They find a way, always to pry me loose from treasures ordinary lives belong in these spaces ending quietly All of the milky…
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Inaugural Easter Awe: a #haibun (4/4/21)— Day 4 of #NationalPoetryMonth
Do you dare make sense of it? The trembled voices of terrified women cry out the impossible. Everybody knows dead is dead; no one returns. It is a fact as immutable as the blue sky above and the ground below! But what do you make of an empty tomb? A stone rolled into place by…
Frank J. Tassone 