Tag: haibun
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Conflicted Expectations: A Wayback Wednesday (8/16/17) #Thanksgiving gone wrong #writephoto #haibun
We cleared gravy-stained plates and tainted wine glasses. The remains of the turkey could feed the five of us for days. It was the first year we didn’t host. Mom and Dad invited us downstairs instead. We had arranged to eat dinner with them and then travel to my Sister-in-law’s for dessert. She hosted dinner…
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Post-Thanksgiving Gratitude: a #PSA #haibun
Sometimes it’s important to take a step back. That’s why I needed an extended recess: to step back, reflect, and listen. To what my writer’s intuition tells me with a calm, clear mind. To rest the creativity that I draw on to write. To clearly follow the path of poetry. I have done…
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#Haikai Challenge #61 (11/17/18): Thanksgiving #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
Freedom from Want. Norman Rockwell [Public domain] courtesy of Wikipedia Thank you for your acknowledgement of the Centennary Armistice Day, and for honoring our Veterans, haijin! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Dwight L. Roth 2. The Dark Netizen 3. Jane Dougherty 4. Jules @ Strands 5. Merril D.…
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#Performance Announcement (11/17/18)
I hope to perform tonight. How about you? November the Open Mic awaits Come for the Poetry, stay for the love. Or Vice Versa!
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Virgil’s Lament: a #writephoto #haibun (11/16/18)
Did I live lone enough to see the Eagle soar? Surely I did not survive to it fall. And yet, over and over, from this shadow of the living world ever beyond time, I see the Eagle rise anew. Only to see it fall again. Would that Augustus had listened to me!…
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An Awaited Turn in the Weather: A #TBT #Haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve
Ever experience a turn in the weather?
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Ode to a Certain Age: a #haibun
Should I praise you? There are those that would say, “Consider the alternative.” It’s hard to gainsay them, but does that mean I owe you such gratitude that I should sing adulations? You, in whom the aches compound. You, in whom I glance in the mirror, and each time notice more of…
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Contemplation: A #TBT #TankaProse (11/13/18)
Go within your inner room. Close the door. Quiet; be still. Breathe. Follow your breath while you spiral through the nautilus shell. Breathe. Find that ever-elusive still point. Breathe. Now, listen to the utter silence beyond and within every sound: a golden lab’s bark, a passing jet, the labor of your breath…
Frank J. Tassone 