Frank J. Tassone

Tag: NaPoWriMo2019

  • “first light of day…” a #tanka (4/10/19)

    4/10/19: secrets of the past first light of day secrets of the past shouted from the rooftop how long before I meet my own history? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 #GloPoWriMo2019 10/30

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/10/19)

    4:10/19: jitterbug half-moon bringing back the jitterbug #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 10/30

  • An Inventory of Unloving Experiences: a #haiku sequence #haibun

    gathering clouds the fourteen-year-old mouth says “you’re a racist!” The supervisor observes on the day of the facutly-student vollyball game. bird silence repeated interruptions in a raised tone No visible Aim or Do-now, for the class that needs to switch rooms. “Ineffective.” late morning shadows the forty-eight-year-old voice says, “we’re done here.” No notebooks out…

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/9/19)

    4/9/19: in like Flynn morning fog the total opposite of in like Flynn #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 9/30

  • Unrestricted Aces: a #Quadrille #haibun

    Unclassified, one Ace learns English. Another Ace’s fastball dropped me in the dunk tank during least year’s field day. Yet another Ace may claim my lucky “four.” I, their trump ace. All in the least restrictive environment. last bell the crowded cell phone lines for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #77 – Ace of Poems (pubtended by…

  • “Dylan Thomas’…” a #tanka (4/8/19)

    4/8/19: childhood poem Dylan Thomas’ “Do not go gentle into that goodnight” Oh, Rodney Dangerfield, your “Back to School” recitation #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/8/19)

    4/8/19: high-five morning mist … the birdsong equivalent of high-fives #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriNo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 8/30

  • The Emptiness of Envy

    envious stare … on the neighbor’s lawn greener grass sudden scarcity compared to another’s abundance still water … the promise of hope in a new day why all of the sighing and sleeves wet with fresh tears? windchime melody and birdsong harmony … a day’s simple peace still the gnawing sorrow at another’s joy? sunlight…