Tag: poetry
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#FreestyleFriday 11/24/17…on “My Favorite Things”…#haibun #haiku #poetry
Fluidity on “My Favorite Things” First bars: da-da da, da da da: piano play. Steamer on an expresso machine superheats a caramel macchiato in the making. Or a cork on a bottle of California Burgundy pops open. Jazz-rhythm drums, catching the downbeat and bridging the intro, until the soul-satisfying melody line of John Coltrane’s saxophone…
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A Special #ThrowbackThursday 11/23/17 #haibun on comfort…#haiku #poetry #imaginarygardenswithrealtoads
Cup of Tea, Cup of Coffee Eighteen years earlier across the pond, a cup of hot Earl Grey tea. Hot bitter-sweetness spreads out from the first sip. Daylight fills the living room through cream curtains. The hum of morning traffic arises from a busy Wigmore Street. Today, at home, a cup of hot Columbian coffee.…
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A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Three
‘…your hair was bound and wound About the stars and moon and sun:’—W.B. Yeats morning clouds everywhere I see your face since you slipped away your presence a reflection on this rippling water for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Three
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#Publication Alert 11/23/17 #haibun #haiku #poetry
Happy to appear in Product Poet’s latest paper! https://paper.li/ProductPoet/1361288961#/ Click “#haiku,” then “all haiku.” It’s the post that begins “#Wayback Wednesday 11/22/17…”
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A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Two
‘I wander by the edge Of this desolate lake Where wind cries in the sedge:’ —W.B. Yeats Peter Smyly [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons windswept lake daylight the only witness to our moans and sighs her passion-spent hand caresses my battle-scarred, tear-stained cheek for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day…
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#WaybackWednesday 11/22/2017 … on restless reflections #haibun #haiku #poetry
Author’s Note: my cousin dies in a motorcycle accident some years ago. This haibun reflects the events of the day after his funeral. Restless Day After A Nickelodeon version of Cinderella plays in the family room. Bella, our neighbor’s golden retriever, barks at a passing dog and walker. The pine-scented aroma from our…
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Transforming Encounters: a #haibun through other eyes #haiku #poetry
A roar. My rear legs step back. But I’m half out of the brush. Curious. What approaches? A man. Seated on what makes the thunder. An “ATV,” I’ve heard humans say. Our eyes meet. I half-step back. He stares, but he comes no closer. I almost smile. Can he possibly know how…
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A #Thanksgiving remembered #haibun #haiku #poetry
Thanksgiving Weekend 2012 Thanksgiving Day, November 22nd Another wave of sickness strikes. I’m on my knees over the master bath toilet. Orange-and-brown bile fills water and stains the porcelain rim, along with the painted walls and freshly-washed tile. Blackness. A slow awakening, questions. How did I get here? Why did I wake up in…
Frank J. Tassone 