Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • 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!…

  • An Awaited Turn in the Weather: A #TBT #Haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve

    Ever experience a turn in the weather?

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Memorial Stone: A .@ImageCurve #haibun

    Mom and I see the headstone. Salmon, just as we chose. Smooth on top and along the sides, it emerges from a rough base of the same hue. Scattered grass grows on the flattened earth six feet in front of it. We remove the in-ground matching vases. Struggle to insert the simple bouquets we bought…

  • Verum Honorem

      We say we want the truth. But the ancient Assyrians had a saying: “Tell the truth, but leave soon after.” They knew what we won’t admit–no one wants to bear the truth.   Whether its stoning prophets during Biblical times, or declaring reporters the “Enemy of the people,” We don’t want the truth. We…

  • Armistice Salude (11/11/18)

    I hope you enjoyed this special Sunday presentation of (mostly) Armistice Day-themed Poetry. Thank you for your birthday wishes (you know who you are.) I’ll close out with one last haiku. See you tomorrow! crescent moon … long after Armistice Veterans kept watch

  • A Paternal Encounter? an .@ImageCurve #haibun featuring my latest

    Am I dreaming, or somehow awake? I can almost hear Dad: his absolute, direct, self-confident tone filled. I feel a burst of his frenetic energy. Someone calls out, “Dad!” It’s me. Someone cries, “Help!” Also, me. Corridors shrouded in gray appear. Is he here? Is this purgatory? Or hell? breaking dawn – fresh blood flowing…