Tag: haiku
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My Daily #Haiku (4/3/18)
4/3/18: empty her yellow tulips listening to an empty bell #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo 3/30 #GloMoWriMo2018
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#Publication Alert: Hoeing Grief appears in Cattails!
Pleased that my haibun Hoeing Grief appears in Cattails, April 2018! Hoeing Grief By Frank J. Tassone, USA Dad places Robert on one part of our terrace garden and me, on the other. This way we can’t accidentally hurt each other. Robert rakes while I tear at the ground with a hoe.…
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My Daily #Haiku (4/2/18): A two-for-one special!
4/1/18: bowl Easter Sunday … a begging bowl left upside-down #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #napowrimo 1/30 4/2/18: bath April Snow still the warm waters from a Roman bath #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #GloPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo 2/30
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First Easter After Dad: an .@ImageCurve #haibun…#napowrimo2018 #npm
First Easter after Dad Chocolate-centered pastries; strawberry shortcake; sliced pineapple, melon and cantaloupe: all on platters spread across the row of tables. A pitcher of homemade red wine sits near empty glasses. Mira and her sisters rest on the sofas in the adjoining living room. My brothers-in-law linger at the dining room…
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#Senryu Saturday: My Daily #Haiku #2
Is it the end or the beginning? Easter Moon #haikuchallenge (end) #senryu #micropoetry #poetry
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#Haikai Challenge #27 (3/31/18): White Lily or Azalea (tsutsuji) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
courtesy of Walsingham | National Shrine of Our Lady at Walsingham Spring continues to emerge, Haijin! The growing warmth of the season has melted all but the most stubborn patches of snow. Here’s to those of you that joined in the spirit of transformation of this season by sharing in last week’s challenge, Triduum.…
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My Daily #Haiku (3/31/18)
Courtesy of Planet Thoughts 3/31/18: frog The old pond, A frog jumps in: Plop! Basho (Translated by Allan Watts) old frog a dried-out pond … croaking #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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#Freestyle Friday (3/30/18): a flashback to “Empty Signs on a Sacred Day #haibun #npm17 #napowrimo2017”
Originally posted on Frank J. Tassone: I see the sun and wonder why. A clear blue sky doesn’t suit Good Friday. Where are the black clouds? Where is the imminent sense of a universe screaming? Robins, sparrows and cardinals mark their territory in song. A distant dogwood has the audacity to bloom. Meanwhile, inside the house,…
