Tag: haiku
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My Daily #Haiku #2 (8/3/18)
thunderstorm — the blood dripping off the talon #haikuchallenge (tip) #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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Portugal Travel Notes #8 (7/12/18)
The homes in Vilaranda look as worn as ever. Weathered stone, fatigued tile: the mountain village where Mira grew up reflects the aging of its remaining residents. homecoming once-new cobblestones now old Somewhere in Vilaranda We park on off the cobblestone road that runs through the village. Anna, one of Mira’s three deaf-mute cousins, is…
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Ocean City, Maryland Chronicle, Day 3: July 6, 2014: A #FreestyleFriday #Haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve
Troubled by dreams. One, a last meeting with Christine. Awoke regretting that I missed the Last Voyage of Columbus. Missed seeing those friends one last time. All to save $100—and see my son and his friend enjoy Rye Playland. Another dream. Dad and Mom, stranger. An intervention in a parlor. White pastel, wicker furniture, floral…
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My Daily #Haiku (8/3/18)
8/3/18: cast off ocean sunrise the last mooring line cast off #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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Everyday Duplicity: a #ThrowdownThursday (8/2/18) #Tanka
cicada song … the moments we take for granted How many shadows can we hide within? for dVerse Poets’ MTB: Punctuation and enjambment in poetry (pubtended by Bjorn) and my own #Haikai Challenge #44 (7/28/18): Cicada (Semi) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
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My Daily #Haiku (8/2/18)
8/2/18: bait thunder shower — filling my junk folder click bait #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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A Domestic Disturbance: A #TankaTuesday (7/31/18) #2 #tanka
Photo by Abigail Lynn on Unsplash woodchuck burrow the ransacked vegtables in the garden it participates in grooming successors to pillage on for Kiwinana’s #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 107 – Participate & Grooming
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Conflicting Silence: A #TankaTuesday (7/31/18) #TankaProse
The sun tries to break through. The clouds that gathered will not scatter. A temperature more consistent with spring than summer holds steady. It was perfect weather to repair the paver stones on the front stoop, or write outside all morning. I did neither, becoming lost in folly on the internet. And so…
Frank J. Tassone 