Tag: napowrimo2025glopowrimo
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Visioneering Day
You will see Coyote on your way home. Face hime without fear. He will stare at you. Stare back. A great spaciousness will open around you and him. Accept it. He will then step toward you. Hold your ground. He will stop close to you. Keep your eyes on his.. Experience the vision he imparts,…
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Mysterium Resurrectionis
as if one breaking dawn makes all the difference perplexed women at the sight of an empty tomb yet blowing in a Sunday morning breeze Cherry tree branches with only the beginning of their blossoms despite the witness of numberless cemetaries a profound hope the ultimate Easter message Life finds a way
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#Haiku (4/20/25)
4/20/25: National Weed Day how curious this year’s “4-20 blaze it!” Easter Sunday #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #napowrimo2025glopowrimo #poetry
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The Tomb’s Testimony
Utter emptiness… The Galilean rabbi, whose preaching attracted multitudes, whose signs enthralled the masses, whose message comforted the afflicted & afflicted the comfortable, lies dead in a stone-cold tomb. As though it could be any other way I should know. Two righteous men placed him inside me. After he endured a travesty-of-a-trial by his co-religionist…
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#Haiku (4/19/25)
4/19/25: World Circus Day twilight the Big Apple Circus strikes its tents #haiku #micropoetry #napowrimo2025glopowrimo #poetry
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As a Vacation Ends…
after two plantations and a myriad of flowers and stories the longing to come home When even a ninety-minute flight is 89 too long & post-landing taxi a torture it’s time to come home what use is a vacation without returning?
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IHD 4/17/25
It’s International Haiku Day, and THF hosts its annual EarthRise Rolling Haiku Collaboration. This year, our prompt was glacier. Here are my first, second, & third contributions: the remainsof a glacierRockland Lake the thunderof falling ice sheetsHubbard Glacier rising seasclimate reform happensat a glacial pace
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Savannah Sighs
The Southern Live Oaks stretch their branches over the paths surrounding Forsyth Park. The Spanish Moss hangs off of them like scarves. & The Fountain raises its water toward the sky. The squares throughout the central streets, & the ornate architecture of Antebellum homes. The towering steeples of Churches, & the luscious vitality of River…
Frank J. Tassone 