Frank J. Tassone

Tag: poetry

  • A #haibun about #change for #dVerse…#poetry #haiku

    Last Laugh Sitting on a rock, cross-legged, I pretend to meditate. My eyes half-closed, hands on my knees fingers up, I keep repeating “ommm.” Even when he’s so far up the trail, I see that scowl of confusion I live for. Years later, when he’s only an old photograph and another Facebook name, I still…

  • A Poet’s Plans…#haibun #haiku #poetry #dVerse

    Over at dVerse, Toni sings her swan song as a bartender, and she asks us to consider our plans for tonight’s Haibun Monday. While she will remain a patron of dVerse, she departs as a staff member, so she can pursue her writing and education goals. Best of luck to you, Toni! A Poet’s Plans…

  • A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-seven

     By Bishalniraula (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons   ‘Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on.’ —W.B. Yeats   fresh snowfall our slow drive home carrying our newborn son warmly wrapped in your blankets how you slept the whole way home…

  • A #HaikaiChallenge9 update #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka

    #Haiku Happenings #9: Behold the current respondents to my latest #haikai challenge: Jilly–Ain’t Gonna Happen–a Haiku Charley–Haiku: Migration Charmed Chaos–#Haiku: Rain revivedwriter–November Rain qbit–Haiku–November Rain Thank you, everyone, and keep ’em coming!

  • A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-six #haiku #poetry

    Daniel Ramirez, Honolulu, Hawaii via Wikimedia commons ‘I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!’ W.B. Yeats ocean sunrise Your hand in mine as we watch the surf crash in our moment together fleeting as a gull’s cry for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-six

  • #SenryuSaturday 11/25/17…#haiku #poetry

    first birthday party a crying girl takes the stage to shadow dance

  • A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-five…#haiku #poetry

     By Underwood & Underwood — Publisher [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons   ‘And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout.’—W.B. Yeats   flying white moths another starry night without that wandering girl who caught me when…

  • A #tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-four

    By Miller, James Martin & H.S. Canfield. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons ‘We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘   Smoke in the sky After the last echoes of gunshots and screams only their bloodstains and memories remain   for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats:…