Frank J. Tassone

Tag: poetry

  • A Complementary Conversation

      I am the lost one. You venture across your own ways, while I stumble in the dark. How will I know where to walk if you leave me alone? You have always left me alone. Here I am, crying dry tears and screaming in silence. Where are you? Why do you abandon me?  …

  • A Vernal bow

      The first daffodil of the season bows its blossom like a subject before her sovereign.   sunlight through clouds how long until cherry blossoms   For Carpe Diem #1402 Daffodils (one-bun)          

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/7/18)

    4/7/18: tea overcast morning that must-have herbal tea left forgotten #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #GloPoWriMo2018 #NaPoWriMo2018 7/30

  • Song of Boudica

      Why, Romans? You came to my home while my husband burned and declared yourselves my master. When I dared to disagree, you flogged me in my own courtyard and raped my daughters. Why?   I ask you, instead: why do you dare to ask?   tears that will not dry a murder of crows…

  • #Freestyle Friday (4/6/18): a little “Tai Chi Practice” courtesy of .@ImageCurve

    Tai Chi Practice     “White Crane Spreads its Wings” Sunlight rippling off the Ramapo River Deep breath in. During commencement, I raise soft, rounded arms. They ascend, roll and descend. Deep breath out. As I pivot and “roll the ball.” Empty, fill. Breathe in, breathe out. Brush knee left. Then the rest of the…

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/6/18)

    4/6/18: weave chickadee’s cry — weave through the hours before deadline #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #GloPoWriMo2018 #NaPoWriMo2018 6/30

  • My Daily #Haiku #2

    April Evening a long time since I’ve watched “The Long Kiss Goodnight”   #haikuchallenge (long) #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry #glopowrimo2018 #NaPoWriMo2018

  • A Natural History of My Holy Places

    Photo by Matt Cannon on Unsplash   The enclosed portch of our basement apartment in a three-family house. A tricycle turned upside-down. The hum of its spinning wheels, opening me…    shimmering sunlight across a rippling lake   The wooded path opens to a green hill with memorial stones. A paved road passes a waterfall, its roar reminding…