Tag: National Poetry Month 2020
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Rise this Easter: a Day 12 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #sedoko – #triolet – #haibun
No one witnessed the ressurection event. Apostles witnessed the ressurected Jesus. Witness the irony: Light rising in the dark. coronal Easter still an empty tomb to celebrate Two-millenia and twenty years later, Christians celebrate–and this year, at home. Some may sigh over that, full of unwept tears. But do we celebrate with a Spirit of…
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Just a Coronal-getaway Hike: a Day 11 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
We continue our Corona-time ritual of taking our weekly hike. Only this time, we bring gloves, garbage bags and a claw utensil with us. Frank needs six (6) service hours to advance to the Boy Scouts of America (BSA) rank of Life. He’ll earn three (3) of them by cleaning up a trail that we…
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This #Corona: a Day 10 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #Hay(nu)ku #sonnet
sunlight … passing clouds and sudden flurries this Good Friday only streaming Stations quarantine living our novam viam crucis folly those people slighting this #Corona this “Mask of the Red Death“
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Transformation: A Day 9 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo #haibun
windswept leaves suddenly no one walks the street Step further through the encroaching fog if you want to reach the light blue sky the swaying branches still bud
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Hope in a Time of Corona: a Day 7 #NaPoWriMo2020 / GloPoWriMo2020 #TankaProse
Have we reached the bottom? Or will we fall below whatever ground we believe we’ve reached? Bahrain uses bracelet to geo-fence the CoVid-19 infected. The Governor of New York orders schools to remain closed until the end of April. The President of the United States pedals hydrocholoroquine as a Corona Virus treatment–absent any clinical trials…
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Outside Looking in: a Day 6 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #Quadrille solo #renga
So much depends on the placement of a hand arising passion cracked facade as the world breaks in Is bliss possible when corpses fill parks what a witness from a distance can say walls close in As traps always do right before the end
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O Parmigiano Di Pollo: a Day 5 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #TankProse -aic #Ode
To you, dish that is life. To you, a meal thal luxuriates the tongue and leaves one starving. Of course, you doesn’t leave one starving. How could you, a meal that so fills the stomach, do that? Oh potent dish, with your pureed, red tomato sauce; your sizzling fried breadcrumb finish; your tangy, sumptuous poultry…
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Home Street Surrealism: a Day 4 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
Am I asphalt. Am I blacktop and asphalt. Am I slanted and straight. What is slanted and straight. What is asphalt. What is the wind-swept lane that I am. What is the wind. What the wind is. an empty street Who lives on 24. Who works from home on 24. Who looks out a bay…
Frank J. Tassone 