Tag: poetry
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Going Somewhere? A #sonnet #haibun
The woosh of passing wind as I move on, the bam!bam!bam! of hammers fall away. These wheels that crunch on gravel just beyond, a highway exit ramp to the blue way, where life slows down with every town I pass; and burdens born from crow-caws to day’s rind yeild to a precious peace I…
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Close Encounter: #TBT .@ImageCurve #haibun
Mom said something. “Ok,” I answered, stepping out of the kitchen and into the living room. Then one more step toward the door. CRASH! Shards of shattered glass rained down on the couch, coffee table, and carpet—one step away from me. A Chevy Blazer’s back end hung through our obliterated living room…
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My Daily #Haiku (8/30/18)
8/30/18: kind “a scout is kind” so often ignored … social media #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry
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Tending wildfires: A #haibun
“What if …?” And the catasrophizing begins. The breaks fail. The school finds out I’m a fraud. The well of inspiration dries. The missles launch as the last potable water evaporates. Or the inevitable destiny to live ’til I die in a box on skid row arrives. O, how the anxious mind creates…
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“Sweltering Heat…”: A #tanka (8/29/18)
sweltering heat the doctor-ordered tai chi still undone the lure of a verdant lawn I continue to ignore
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My Daily #Haiku (8/29/18)
8/29/18: idol not missing American Idol — bowed begonia #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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Human Foibles: A #TankaTuesday (8/28/18) #tankaprose #2
Bad news kicks his shoes off on a supersonic flight. He sips champagne in business class and laughs his ass off. “They still don’t get it,” he mutters aloud to no one, “Practice makes progress, but the wankers won’t even raise their arses to fart!” Meanwhile, the smoke spews more carbon into the…
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“…for Sister Earth, our Mother…” : a #TankaTuesday (8/28/18) #quadrille #writephoto #tankaprose
She clasps the afternoon sunlight in her raised arms. Then asks, “If you will not care for the earth, who will?” One deep breath: the journey begins. Dryad dream a shift in mind to resist the exploitation see the desolation and say, “no more!” for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #63 – Feel…
Frank J. Tassone 