Tag: poetry
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Coffee-making Mayhem…#npm2018 #NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo #senryu #haibun
“Did you pour water?” As gasping sounds emerge from the coffee maker… “Why wouldn’t I?” a quick check of the machine anyway… Reveals a coffee-maker filled with coffee. But not water. “Fool of a man! Less poetry, more coffee-making!” As a hastily-added caraf of water pours into a thirsty machine!…
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My Daily #Haiku (4/2/18): A two-for-one special!
4/1/18: bowl Easter Sunday … a begging bowl left upside-down #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #napowrimo 1/30 4/2/18: bath April Snow still the warm waters from a Roman bath #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #GloPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo 2/30
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First Easter After Dad: an .@ImageCurve #haibun…#napowrimo2018 #npm
First Easter after Dad Chocolate-centered pastries; strawberry shortcake; sliced pineapple, melon and cantaloupe: all on platters spread across the row of tables. A pitcher of homemade red wine sits near empty glasses. Mira and her sisters rest on the sofas in the adjoining living room. My brothers-in-law linger at the dining room…
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#Senryu Saturday: My Daily #Haiku #2
Is it the end or the beginning? Easter Moon #haikuchallenge (end) #senryu #micropoetry #poetry
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My Daily #Haiku (3/31/18)
Courtesy of Planet Thoughts 3/31/18: frog The old pond, A frog jumps in: Plop! Basho (Translated by Allan Watts) old frog a dried-out pond … croaking #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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#Freestyle Friday (3/30/18): a flashback to “Empty Signs on a Sacred Day #haibun #npm17 #napowrimo2017”
Originally posted on Frank J. Tassone: I see the sun and wonder why. A clear blue sky doesn’t suit Good Friday. Where are the black clouds? Where is the imminent sense of a universe screaming? Robins, sparrows and cardinals mark their territory in song. A distant dogwood has the audacity to bloom. Meanwhile, inside the house,…
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Triduum: a #Tanaga-prose #haibun
courtesy of the National Catholic Register Holy Thursday. My intention to attend mass collides with our exhaustion. Mira and I both have not slept well the past two nights–she worse off than me. A simple marinara penne with tilapia and shrimp, a bountiful glass of burgundy or three, and our inevitable crash on the…
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My Daily Haiku (3/30/18)
3/30/18: gone foggy Good Friday somewhere somebody watches “Gone Baby Gone” #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
Frank J. Tassone 