Tag: Poets United
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Diana’s Admonition: A #haibun for #SuperBlueBloodMoon…#haiku #poetry
Do I scandalize you, mortals? How even when full, I hide my face, as though blushing in shame for some crime? Why should I not bow as my mother passes before me? Do you not reverence your own mothers? And do not trouble me about that hunter, again! How many of you would muster…
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A Katana’s Lament: a #Tankaprose…#tanka #haibun #poetry
What? You expected gratitude? That you forged me of steel in the hottest flames? More than two-hundred folds to ensure my density? Sharpened my edge so that, in a master’s hand, I could slice through bamboo in a single stroke? Then you ignored the wisdom of the old master: “Weapons are unhappy tools…” barren…
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Rûaħ: a #haibun exploring an experience of the #soul…#haiku #poetry
Breathe. Let the torrent of thoughts come. The to-do lists for work that never get done. That hello to the boss left unreturned. The wild apathy of the few in that one class. The coming commute. The restlessness of the repetition of it all. Let the flood of feelings come with that torrent of thoughts.…
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Legacy of a Last Jedi: a #haibun chronicle of Luke Skywalker #poetry #haiku #starwars
(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 fulfill that hope, I failed…
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The Agony and Ecstasy of Doors: a #haibun…#haiku #poetry
Rome. Arch of Janus in the Foro Boario. Facade towards the Tevere river. Through the arch, the porch of the church of Saint George in Velabro is seen. By No machine-readable author provided. MM assumed (based on copyright claims). [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons Who could imagine that a locked, white-paneled double-door would offer…
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#NewYearsEve flashback: an .@ImageCurve #haibun
New Year’s Dinner Gathered at the end of the table: Platters of feijoada (pig’s feet with chick peas), trays of rice, glasses topped with red wine so deep and strong it could pass for whiskey. Mira puts down a plate of Carne Alentejana (Pork Cubes with Clams and fried potatoes). My favorite. The men talk…
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A Culinary Marvel: An excerpt from Smuggler’s Notch Travelogue, Part III…#haibun #haiku #poetry #dversepoets
(yelp.com) Peeling red paint on weather-worn siding of a glorified barn—not an auspicious first impression! We wait to be seated. The décor is both trendy and quaint: Dim light, dark paneling, streamers with various-colored lights, Sombreros on one wall. Seated at last, we order. My enchilada is as good as any I had at home.…
Frank J. Tassone 