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A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-nine
ingawh [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons ‘Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?’—W.B. Yeats Blood sunset our mad general pursues her across this land so we bleed so far from home for these empty vanities for Jane Dougherty’s A…
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A #TankaTuesday (on a Wednesday) 11/29/17 special…On Winter Mornings and Abundant Wanderings…#haiku #poetry
By ILMRT (Own work) [GFDL or CC-BY-SA-3.0], via Wikimedia Commons Winter mornings abundance of hot coffee before wandering congested highways of these inevitable commutes For Kiwinana’s Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge–week 73–Winter and Mornings and Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge and Poets United Midweek Motif–bittersweet and Real Toads Tuesday Platform
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#Tanka Tuesday (11/28/17)…A Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day 28
By Stephen Reid (Eleanor Hull, The Boys’ Cuchulain) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons ‘I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky’ —W.B. Yeats crows’ flight tied to my post, waiting for my enemies denying the Morrigu…
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A #haibun about #change for #dVerse…#poetry #haiku
Last Laugh Sitting on a rock, cross-legged, I pretend to meditate. My eyes half-closed, hands on my knees fingers up, I keep repeating “ommm.” Even when he’s so far up the trail, I see that scowl of confusion I live for. Years later, when he’s only an old photograph and another Facebook name, I still…
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A Poet’s Plans…#haibun #haiku #poetry #dVerse
Over at dVerse, Toni sings her swan song as a bartender, and she asks us to consider our plans for tonight’s Haibun Monday. While she will remain a patron of dVerse, she departs as a staff member, so she can pursue her writing and education goals. Best of luck to you, Toni! A Poet’s Plans…
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A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-seven
By Bishalniraula (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons ‘Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on.’ —W.B. Yeats fresh snowfall our slow drive home carrying our newborn son warmly wrapped in your blankets how you slept the whole way home…
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#Silent Sunday 11/27/17
a rest from #haiku. See you tomorrow!
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A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-six #haiku #poetry
Daniel Ramirez, Honolulu, Hawaii via Wikimedia commons ‘I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!’ W.B. Yeats ocean sunrise Your hand in mine as we watch the surf crash in our moment together fleeting as a gull’s cry for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-six
Frank J. Tassone 