Tag: haibun
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#HaikaiChallenge #9(11/25/2017)…#haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka
Take a bow, poets, for accepting last week’s challenge! Jilly– Live Oaks Retain Life petrujiveljoen– Thanksgiving qbit– Haiku–Thanksgiving Xenia Tran– Tanka: Counting Blessings revivedwriter– Thanksgiving Moving on to this week’s challenge! November comes to a close this week. Days shorten. Leaves shrivel and drop. Winter’s chill approaches. What could be a better time to celebrate…
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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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A Special #ThrowbackThursday 11/23/17 #haibun on comfort…#haiku #poetry #imaginarygardenswithrealtoads
Cup of Tea, Cup of Coffee Eighteen years earlier across the pond, a cup of hot Earl Grey tea. Hot bitter-sweetness spreads out from the first sip. Daylight fills the living room through cream curtains. The hum of morning traffic arises from a busy Wigmore Street. Today, at home, a cup of hot Columbian coffee.…
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#Publication Alert 11/23/17 #haibun #haiku #poetry
Happy to appear in Product Poet’s latest paper! https://paper.li/ProductPoet/1361288961#/ Click “#haiku,” then “all haiku.” It’s the post that begins “#Wayback Wednesday 11/22/17…”
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#WaybackWednesday 11/22/2017 … on restless reflections #haibun #haiku #poetry
Author’s Note: my cousin dies in a motorcycle accident some years ago. This haibun reflects the events of the day after his funeral. Restless Day After A Nickelodeon version of Cinderella plays in the family room. Bella, our neighbor’s golden retriever, barks at a passing dog and walker. The pine-scented aroma from our…
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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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A #Thanksgiving remembered #haibun #haiku #poetry
Thanksgiving Weekend 2012 Thanksgiving Day, November 22nd Another wave of sickness strikes. I’m on my knees over the master bath toilet. Orange-and-brown bile fills water and stains the porcelain rim, along with the painted walls and freshly-washed tile. Blackness. A slow awakening, questions. How did I get here? Why did I wake up in…
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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…
Frank J. Tassone 