Frank J. Tassone

Tag: poetry

  • A November with Basho, Day 7

    Crossed on the ferry at Tsukinowa to the post town of Se-no-ue to see the ruins that were Sato Shoji’s house, beyond town to the left, near the mountains. We were told to look at Saba Moor in Iizuka, and we eventually came to Maru Hill where the castle ruins lay. Seeing the main gate…

  • “aching joints…” a #tanka (11/7/19)

    11/7/19: prompt free aching joints an afternoon of coming rain so much time invested for such a small return #tanka #micropoetry #poetry

  • My Daily #Haiku (11/7/19)

    11/7/19: amber scattered leaves those “amber waves of grain” long gone #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • A November with Basho, Day 6

    A little anxious, thinking of the Shirakawa Barrier, thinking on it day by day; but calmed my mind by remembering the old poem, “somehow sending word home.” I walked through heavy green summer forests. Many a poet inscribed a few words at one of the Three Barriers–“Autumn Winds” and “Red Maple Leaves” come to mind.…

  • “Autumn chill…” a #tanka (11/6/19)

    11/6/19: blooms out of season Autumn chill and an unexpected annual blossom all too soon withered petals join the fallen foliage #tanka #micropoetry #poetry

  • My Daily #Haiku (11/6/19)

    11/6/19: candle lone birdsong the last candle burns out #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • A November with Basho, Day 5

    At Ashino, the willow Saigyo praised, “beside the clear stream,” still grows along a path in fields of rice. A local official had offered to lead the way, and I had often wondered whether and where it remained. And now, today, that same willow: Rice-planting done, they depart–before I emerge from willow shade Our Maple…

  • Lupine Ultimatum: a #tankaprose

    …She is a howling in the wilderness we can never see… -from The Memory Palace, by Mira Bartók A mere howl away. That’s as far as the family has roamed. That’s all I need do, and their answer will guide me to them. Why don’t I? I am the Alpha, father to my cubs, mate of…