Tag: haibun
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Lupus Similis Mei
You offer me the harvest bouquet you know I love. I savor their fragrance so much more deeply than you can possibly know. I glimpse the subtle sheen of your sweat. The pulse at your throat, twitching like a hare’s thumping foot, as your pale blue eyes meet mine. Do you truly love me as…
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Free-soaring Folly
How long will free-soarers ignore the fearful, trilling songs of unknown longing from their caged compatriots? How long will free-soarers fly on winds assured off the backs of their caged bretheren? How long before those free-soarers alight on a tree rooted in just soil, and find themselves permenantly perched, while their caged compatriots fly free?…
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PSA: An Accounting
Seven years ago, I launched “American Haijin.” I did so because, as my tagline says, haikai poetry matters. Of course, one can read that either as a verb or a noun. Either way, the intent is the same: sharing haikai poetry. That’s proven difficult during the past two years. I’ve struggled through one of the…
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A Novel Viewpoint
Billy Collins says that a poet’s job is to look out a window and write what one see’s. As I sit in the sun room of our new second-floor apartment, I appreciate his insight. The closest window overlooks the unique houses across the street. It offers a view of the towering oaks behind them. It…
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This Ebb and Flow
The day began with dizziness. The day ends with aches. Such is the state of affairs after fifty, after a routine vaccine during an annual physical. The night commences with soreness. What will the night end with, other than exhaution. Such is the aftermath post-day after the shot. As day turns to night, what comes,…
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Bridging
She lifts her torch to me. I do not return the favor. I’m too busy, stretching across the Bay. Bearing the Golden Gate from which they named me. Offering a way in, a way out, a way across. A way through. There is always a way. choppy water as the micro climate ends the moon…
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An Equinoxal Experience
A blanket of clouds eclipsed the sun. The temperature dropped accordingly. & the restaurant we intended to have dinner in had no open tables for two hours. Tired from our day of sightseeing Rochester, we followed our sorry-not-sorry host’s directions to a Sushi/Ramen restaurant located in the same mall. This one had plenty of seats.…
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Rushing it!
Not even September’s end. Home Depot has a full display of the usual monsters. Orange and black enter the scene. Candy displays multiply. It’s enough to unleash my inner “Hulk Smash!” Enough to seize this world & shout “Stop!” Enough. crickets new costumes on sale We’re writing Quadrille #184 Smashing Poems over at dVerse today!…
Frank J. Tassone 