Frank J. Tassone

Tag: poetry

  • Memorial Stone: A .@ImageCurve #haibun

    Mom and I see the headstone. Salmon, just as we chose. Smooth on top and along the sides, it emerges from a rough base of the same hue. Scattered grass grows on the flattened earth six feet in front of it. We remove the in-ground matching vases. Struggle to insert the simple bouquets we bought…

  • My Daily #Haiku (11/13/18)

    11/13/18: wakefulness awakening to a rattle of raindrops November morning #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • Verum Honorem

      We say we want the truth. But the ancient Assyrians had a saying: “Tell the truth, but leave soon after.” They knew what we won’t admit–no one wants to bear the truth.   Whether its stoning prophets during Biblical times, or declaring reporters the “Enemy of the people,” We don’t want the truth. We…

  • “November frost…” a #tanka (11/12/18)

    11/12/18: your flight November frost my flight from a past that remains how can a clear blue sky deliver such cold comfort? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry

  • My Daily #Haiku (11/12/18)

    11/12/18: rest empty branches … “No rest for the wicked” or the homeowner #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry

  • Armistice Salude (11/11/18)

    I hope you enjoyed this special Sunday presentation of (mostly) Armistice Day-themed Poetry. Thank you for your birthday wishes (you know who you are.) I’ll close out with one last haiku. See you tomorrow! crescent moon … long after Armistice Veterans kept watch

  • My Daily #Haiku #2 (11/11/18)

    11/11/18: harbour   safe harbor the promise of Armistice broken too soon   #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • A Paternal Encounter? an .@ImageCurve #haibun featuring my latest

    Am I dreaming, or somehow awake? I can almost hear Dad: his absolute, direct, self-confident tone filled. I feel a burst of his frenetic energy. Someone calls out, “Dad!” It’s me. Someone cries, “Help!” Also, me. Corridors shrouded in gray appear. Is he here? Is this purgatory? Or hell? breaking dawn – fresh blood flowing…