Tag: dVerse
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A Poet’s Plans…#haibun #haiku #poetry #dVerse
Over at dVerse, Toni sings her swan song as a bartender, and she asks us to consider our plans for tonight’s Haibun Monday. While she will remain a patron of dVerse, she departs as a staff member, so she can pursue her writing and education goals. Best of luck to you, Toni! A Poet’s Plans…
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#FreestyleFriday 11/24/17…on “My Favorite Things”…#haibun #haiku #poetry
Fluidity on “My Favorite Things” First bars: da-da da, da da da: piano play. Steamer on an expresso machine superheats a caramel macchiato in the making. Or a cork on a bottle of California Burgundy pops open. Jazz-rhythm drums, catching the downbeat and bridging the intro, until the soul-satisfying melody line of John Coltrane’s saxophone…
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Transforming Encounters: a #haibun through other eyes #haiku #poetry
A roar. My rear legs step back. But I’m half out of the brush. Curious. What approaches? A man. Seated on what makes the thunder. An “ATV,” I’ve heard humans say. Our eyes meet. I half-step back. He stares, but he comes no closer. I almost smile. Can he possibly know how…
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Our Standing Ground… a #haibun #quadrille for .@dVersePoets
Where is our root? On shifting fashions, like that house built on sand, awaiting the tumolt and inevitable ruin? Or on authentic sense, that citadel founded on rock, indifferent to buffeting winds and punishing waters? autumn rain a swollen brook eroding a well-worn rock Mish hosts dVerse Poets Pub’s Quadrille…
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#ThrowdownThursday 11/16/17…my latest is up: Morning Prayer – #Haibun | .@ImageCurve #poetry #haiku
Morning Prayer BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 16TH NOVEMBER 2017 Haibun Robins, sparrows, and cardinal songs through an open window. Bacon sizzling from the kitchen. The flickering tongue of an indifferent Senhora da Fatima Candle in a drape-rustling breeze. Seated on the zafu, legs folded on the zabuton. A tenuous hold of intention through a…
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A #tankaProse for A Month with Yeats: Day 15 #haibun #tanka #poetry #dversepoets
By John M, CC BY-SA 2.0, Link You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.’ —W.B. Yeats A Blood Rose Victory The stars fall as the last light of day fades. Tails of fire light…
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#Tanka Tuesday #2…the Wild Beauty of Street Art…#haiku #poetry
beautiful balloons lovers odor all over the comfy front seat What wild flight of fancy do we overlook each day? for DVerse Poets Pub–Poetics. Hosted tonight by Lillian. For Colleen’s Weekly Tuesday #Poetry Challenge For Kiwinana’s Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge–week 71
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#Monoku Monday 11/13/17…A Visit to the Owl…#haibun #haiku #poetry #dVerse
A Visit to the Owl What must have gone through poor Mrs. Brisbee’s mind? A mouse, venturing into the lair of an owl so close to dark. Nothing short of a desperate mother’s love for her sick son could so drive her to face such horror alone. And what did she gain? A…
