Tag: haiku
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The Journey: a #writephoto #haibun
“Will I live to see my journey’s end?” –Metal Church, “Badlands” I have ascended the grassy knolls of gentle country hills. I have scambled up the rocks and slopes of jagged mountains. I have meandered wooded paths across roaring brooks and dried-out creekbeds. I have endured the blistering sun and the bone-chilling rain. I have…
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#Haikai Challenge #100 (8/17/19): Milky Way (amanogawa). Lit. ‘River of Heaven’ #Haiku #Senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
Hope you enjoyed your moon-gazing, haijin! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jules2. Reena Saxena3. Dwight L. Roth4. Suzanne 5. Jane Dougherty6. Linda Lee Lyberg7. Xenia Tran8. Tessa 9. Janice10. Kerfe Roig11. Revived Writer Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Onward! Mid-August in New York already feels like Fall–when the last summer…
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My Daily #Haiku (8/17/19)
8/17/19: Margosa flower overcast sky the margosa flowers I’ve never seen #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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The Sorrow before Surrender: a #TankaProse
8/16/19: making peace from war The thunderous echoes of weapons of war. The sirens, the shattered apartments and hospitals. The survivors, buried with the dead, under rubble. The legions of dead and injured among the combatants. The even greater casualties among the civilians. Is it exhaustion that unclenches the fists of those in war? The…
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Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 15: August 8, 2014 (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)
The trail is a mix of gravel and dirt. Pine seedlings, high grass and ferns flank it on both sides. Morse mountain starts more evenly than Madonna. Until we come to the first rise. Then the trail just keeps on ascending. mist on Madonna breathing hard around another bend Mira recognizes the summit. Top of…
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My Daily Haiku #2 (8/15/19)
8/15/19: parasol all this sunand no parasolmid-August #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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My Daily #Haiku (8/15/19)
morning confession a step into sunlight and cicada songs
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“the black clouds…” a #tanka (8/13/19)
8/13/19: prompt-free (bright and black): the black clouds of another thunderstorm yesterday’s bright sky a sighing memory so like this summer passing away #tanka #micropoetry #poetry for Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 140 #SynonymsOnly
Frank J. Tassone 