Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • #Haikai Challenge #186-192: Path-walking #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Thank you, haijin, for sharing in “Transformations.” Congratulations to last Challenge’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Li/Lisa Fox of W MI, USA2. Eugenia 3. nrk4. Jules 5. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Consistency has proved elusive lately. Gaps in routine writing, the long delay since the last challenge: Let’s just…

  • Momentary Exhaustion

    Twilight, and the last of my energy dissipates with the remains of the day. last bird songs as evening closes in these aching muscles another day’s challenges await the rising sun

  • Slice of Life: a #haibun (5/13/21)

    The warmth of the early afternoon drops to an uncomfortable cool. Numb fingers tap away, while sparrows and robin sing on, indifferent to the chill. Sun-swallowing swarms of cumulus cloud ensure that the cool will remain. Mira and Frank chatted about invitations. He’s finally tending to his upcoming Court of Honor. I managed to motivate…

  • Scattered and Gathered

    Too many voices. Too few of them my own. The drumbeat noise of Twitter and its ever-inciting FOMA. The incessant cymbols of Google-Classroom work, with its screens of tiled avatars and silent answers. The base-boom of volunteering demands. Somehow the path of poetry ended under windblown sand. I stumbled into the sandstorm, fingers clenching the…

  • Presence: A #Haibun (4/26/2021): Day 26 of #NationalPoetryMonth

    Fresh crabapple leaves flutter. The mantle clock tick-tocks, tick-tocks. Frank’s voice carries from beyond his closed door. I walk to the couch, grab a pillow, and return to my seat at the dining room table. The Syracuse windchimes sound off. A roar soft as a sated lion: the new windchimes ring out. Branches sway like…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…