Frank J. Tassone

Tag: Poets United

  • A Corridor Evermore: a #writephoto #haibun (for #dVersePoets and #PoetsUnited, too)

    Door upon door upon door. An unceasing progression to everywhere, and nowhere. And yet each glimpse off the everlasting corridor reveals a moment… Flash! I am eight or nine. The maple and elm tower over the dirt trail that leads from the playground in Douglas Park. Dappled light though the canopy illuminates patches of the…

  • Crossing the Bridge: a #TankaProse

    Dawn and the threshold awaits that crossing all the preparation and still the fear The bridge awaits. The River, so placid today, indifferently reflects the rising arc of the joined stones. I shudder before the threshold. The bystanders at my back stand their ground. This is my journey, to commence with my first step upon…

  • Peace: a #TankaProse

    A still pond. Canopies of maple, oak, white birch and pine reflect without blemish across it. Then the first drop falls. Ripples radiate out. More drops; more ripples, overlapping each other. The perfect reflection becomes a wavering array of verdant images twisted on an ever-trembling membrane. Soon, a blurry, raincloud gray is all the pond…

  • A Memorial Mother’s Day

    Rainfall. Temperatures plummet below fifty degrees F, from almost seventy yesterday. Every so often, leaves rustle and the wind chimes sound. We recover from hosting thirty of our family for Frankie’s confirmation barbeque. A quiet day resting at home is the Mother’s Day present Mira wants most this year. wet fire pit the last ambers…

  • Star Wars Day ’19: Legacy of a Last Jedi: a #haibun chronicle of Luke Skywalker Redux

    Originally posted on Frank J. Tassone: (SPOILER ALERT: If you’re one of the handful that still hasn’t seen Star Wars: The Last Jedi, be warned!) How did it all go so wrong? I was the hero of the rebellion against the empire. I was the last hope of the Jedi. But when it was time…

  • To Write a #Haibun / #TankaProse: an #Ekphrastic #MetaPoem

    See what you see: A river of starlight across the black, the sparkles of starlight across dark water. Experience the sight. Feel the awe that comes from perceiving the sheer immensity of the expanse. Marvel at the serene joy of light amidst darkness. Then imbed sight and intrepretation in language that evokes the musicality of…

  • Nightmarescape

    I sketch the impressions that even now fade away. A night sky, a street filled with teens partying, cavourting, fighting. They close around me, and I just manage to break away. Another street, with darkened brownstones, and commercial buildings in the distance. I walk with someone I call a friend, although I do not recognize…

  • Scavanger Patience

    “The best things come to those that sit and wait.” Who am I to disagree? Savannah Sun … a hyena awaits a man-killer’s remains Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Writing Prose (posted by Susan) #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 17/30 WD April PAD 2019 17/30