Crescent moon-blown ripples on evening tide how these tear-culled thoughts arise each brightening night First Quarter a scythe-eyed glimps across an empty road how this dust-tongued mouth forms the right word at the wrong time Gibbous a bell-voiced cry no one hears how one dark-vowelled word ends a […]
4/16/19: Queen Spring road trip Queen’s Greatest Hits playing #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 16/30
I visited Notre Dame in the Spring of 1992. The interior looked dark at the time, as few candles burned and fewer lights shined. The light from the Rose stainglass captivated me, as it had done for countless pilgrams through out the centuries. Otherwise, my visit felt pedestrian. […]
4/15/19: a strange keepsake chipping mortar and the grime on the tile is our strange keepsake what else can we expect after a long career? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 #GloPoWriMo2019
4/15/19: pathfinder leading them to mark a new trail pathfinder #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 15/30
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 