Tag: haiku
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#Haikai Challenge #20 (2/10/18): Hazy Moon #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #renga #haiga
Miya Ando’s Oborozuki (Moon Obscured by Clouds) at Nancy Toomey Fine Art, courtesy Marina Times You listened for the songs and heard them! Here’s to you, Lark-loving haijin! Congratulations to all contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. qbit 2. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr 3. KanzenToni 4. Linda Lee Lyberg 5. Jane Dougherty 6. Revived Writer…
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On Writing #Haiku (2/10/18)… #essay #haikai
Haiku. The very word evokes the beauty of nature and the simple elegance of zen. It fascinates many poets. But for all its simplicity and beauty, haiku is often misunderstood. Misconceptions about haiku by many well-meaning poets result in “haiku” that are, in fact, three-line poems–often of a specific syllabic count, and in a familiar…
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#Free-style Friday (2/9/18): A #Publication Alert! #haiku #poetry
Happy once again to be today’s feature over at My Haiku Pond! snow day his unused paintbox given away NaHaiWriMo, 2/8/18: paintbox https://www.facebook.com/plugins/post.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2FMyHaikuPond%2Fposts%2F1623201797766336&width=500
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#nahaiwrimo #3 (2/9/18) #haiku
February moon all the different ways we hurt each other #haikuchallenge (different) #nahaiwrimo #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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#nahaiwrimo #2 (2/9/18) #haiku
2/9/18: owl version 1 ( previously-published disqualification) new moon a dead mouse rises in a bloody —“A Visit to the Owl,” my blog, November 13, 2017 Version 2 (original) Bear Mountain Zoo … the Great Horned owl stares at passing patrons #nahaiwrimo #myhaikupond #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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#nahaiwrimo #1 (2/9/18) #haiku
2/9/18: beating the heat August afternoon Another “cannonball!” into the lake #nahaiwrimo #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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#Throwdown Thursday (2/8/18): my latest #haibun #poetry on .@ImageCurve
Weekend-feeling Weekday Sharon Van Etten’s Taking Chances croons in my earbuds. Late afternoon heat breaks, and a pale-blue sky remains at sunset. Some cardinal flies from branch to branch, as the hoot of an early-rising owl sounds. More songs play, while twilight descends, and our nightlight turns on. Last birdsongs. My hand slaps my leg…
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#nahaiwrimo #3 (2/8/18) #haiku
winter sunset … last Our Father prayed at their grave #haikuchallenge (our) #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
Frank J. Tassone 