Frank J. Tassone

Tag: poetry

  • “A lullaby…” a #tanka (4/24/19)

    4/24/19: mother memory a lullaby of Ireland’s creation Mom would sing to me a soft rustle of oak leaves from a whisper of wind #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 #GloPoWriMo2019

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/24/19)

    4/24/19: yeast dogwood blossoms … Easter bread rising after yeast #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 24/30

  • A Ghost Wolf’s Last Hunt

    I watch my mate from a distance. She wimpers next to my corpse. Hot blood still flows from the gunshot wound that stopped my heart. I watch my mate sniff once, twice, then wimper again. I throw back my head and unleash a howl that she cannot hear. She must rejoin the pack. Our family…

  • “Webber Park house…” a #tanka (4/23/19)

    4/23/19: returning to an old neighborhood Webber Park house the stump of the apple tree still in the backyard I remember the adage, “you can’t go home again.” #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 #GloPoWriMo2019

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/23/19)

    4/23/19: yearly scampering squirrels — our yearly dental visit this afternoon #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 23/30

  • “cloud-covered egg moon…” a #tanka (4/22/19)

    4/22/19: egg moon cloud-covered egg moonand yet such greeneryfollowing the rainhow could I hope to exchangeone sight for the other? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 #GloPoWriMo2019

  • An Ekphrastic Correspondence

    Oh, Alisaka, That I could rise to the heights of your cranes. But I am earthbound, and my words can only marvel at your deft brushstrokes. mountain mists fledglings at their mother’s side for so many years this relic of college days still hanging for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #78: Rise (pubtended by Merril Smith) #NaPoWriMo2019…

  • Nightmarescape

    I sketch the impressions that even now fade away. A night sky, a street filled with teens partying, cavourting, fighting. They close around me, and I just manage to break away. Another street, with darkened brownstones, and commercial buildings in the distance. I walk with someone I call a friend, although I do not recognize…