Before sunrise. Before even the break of day. The first robin begins the overture. Others soon carry the melody. Soon, the sound of their choral arrangement shakes away the last hope of sleeping in. Before sunset. Before even the hint of twilight. The last robin refrains the coda. […]
4/22/22: horses; 4/25/21: bear horses and bears can I bear the thought of horses and bears the wonder of a mind gone wild with thoughts #tanka#micropoetry#poetry#napowrimo2022#glopowrimo2022#npm2022
4/21/22: Lake; 4/25/22: winter chill sudden cold spell a flock of geese fly over Pine Meadow Lake #haiku#micropoetry#poetry#napowrimo2022#glopowrimo2022#npm2022
The last traces of blue sky shrink away. A mass of moist gray swells in its place. Still, the budding maple leaves on the trees across the street reflect the golden hue of setting sun. For a moment. across this mad inscape purple tigers for dVerse Poets’ Poetics: […]
Even at the worst… scratching of fingernails grating my spine the inspiration again and again Can there ever be enough… Effervescence just one wet wipe away that talcum feel on the fingers In the final analysis, it boils down… too many memories not to
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 