Frank J. Tassone

Tag: poetry

  • Courting Mortality: a #Tankaprose

    “Who wants to live for ever?” Freddie Mecury of Queen sang. You say that you do, and so many would agree. “Who wouldn’t want to be forever young?” you all ask. Tell me this: where do you think you would find such immortals? Striding the banks of the Sein? Sipping Cappuccino on the Palazzia? Gazing…

  • My Daily #Haiku (10/2/21)

    10/2/21: janitor back to schoola quick conversationwith our janitor #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • A Day Out

    I sat listening to Haiku Pea in a NY Presbyterian waiting room when she came back. The staff told her they’d contact her when she could schedule her CT scan. Emblem would preauthorize in their own due time, of course. As we exited the outpatient building and crossed Washington Avenue, she shared her disappointment. While…

  • “blue sky…” a #tanka (10/1/21)

    10/1/21: prompt-free blue skythe last singinggrasshoppersstill awaitingfall foliage #tanka #micropoetry #poetry

  • My Daily #Haiku (9/29/21)

    9/29/21: lips waxing moonshe removes her lipstickbefore bed #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • “returning…” a #tanka (9/27/21)

    9/27/21: unprompted returningafter a cold nightkatydidsdrying up againthese words #tanka #micropoetry #poetry

  • My Daily #Haiku (9/27/21)

    9/27/21: bag morning hikea forgotten bag holdingour PB&J* *Peanut butter and Jelly sandwich #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry

  • #Haibun-block

    The drought continues. What roared through verdant channels now trickles. The lion’s roar is a kitten’s purr. Empty space calls forth a steady blankness. Haiku flow easily enough. Tanka pour out with little difficulty. But haibun? I am William Shakespeare from “Shakespeare in Love,” lying on his apothecary’s couch, saying, “I’ve lost my gift.” The…