Frank J. Tassone

Tag: Poets United

  • “May Day Scorcher…” a #tanka #2 (4/10/19)

    May day scorcher a lone, panting coyote sprints across the yard why, then, this sudden temptation to join him? for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Temptation (posted by Sumana Roy) NaPoWriMo2019 / GloPoWriMo2019 10/30 WD April PAD 2019 10/30

  • Salvation in Solitude

    The drone of morning traffic. The blaring of horns from stopped cars on the Interstate. The adolescent voices that echo off the walls, and their sporadic screams and laughter. The noise from the outside crests like flood waters fed by torrential downpours. It is during such onslaughts that I savor an interior silence. Give me…

  • Joan of Arc’s lost Confession

    A shimmer of sunlight remains. Rippling water, stirred by an evening breeze, carries it away. The gathered clouds filter the setting sun; a pale disk descends behind an enshadowed ridge. You may ask why I recant. Why I subject myself to the stake decreed by your English court, the machination of my enemy–who can’t fathom…

  • The Patience of Water: a #writephoto #haibun

    Watch the ripples. Then wait for the water to still. See the clear reflection of the white birch growing over from the far shore. See the green of the surrounding canopy in that liquid mirror. Let that stillness become your own. The neighbor walked his golden retriever along the edge of the front yard. The…

  • A Misplaced Kindness?

    28 September, 1918. A crossroads in the French village of Marcoing. Private Henry Tandey, of the 5th Duke of Wellington’s Regiment’s 5th Battalion, encounters a wounded, fatigued German soldier. The enemy does not even raise his rifle, although Private Tandey has the man in his sights. Tandey is no coward. Earlier the same day, he…

  • First Kiss: a #quadrille #haibun

    Our second date. We walked through the Bear Mountain Zoo and Trailside Museum, stopping outside the Amphibian House. She saw toddlers and smiled. Holding her, I bent my head in. For our first kiss. tulip blossom all of our love after all these years for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #73: A Prelude to a Kiss (Pubtended by…

  • Rollar-coastering Climate: a #writephoto #haibun

    The latest “Storm of the century” dropped a mere inch of snow. Frozen rain fell after, adding an icy crust to snow that it didn’t dissolve. The next day, frigid temperatures that rose no higher than ten degrees Farenheit transformed that snow into icy plains. cold sparrows the biting wind around the funeral home Two…

  • Rebirth: a #writephoto #haibun

    Sunrise. The clouds layered across the sky like scales remind me of the saying “red sky in morning, sailor take warning.” But I fear no rain. It’s a new day. The bare leaves broadcast the season of snow to come. Winter will have its due. But I fear no snow. It’s a new day. I…