Frank J. Tassone

Tag: Quadrille

  • Featured Poem Alert: Weekly Poetry Challenge Stars | #PhotoPrompt: Frank Tassone – Word Craft ~ Prose and Poetry

    Delighted to learn that Colleen Chesebro has selected my tanka-prose Predation as her featured poem of her 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 178 #PhotoPrompt! For me, Frank’s tanka prose echoes the political realities of our brave new world. I also like that he wrote in the second person as if pointing his figure…

  • Innocent Amusement: a #Quadrille – #Haibun

    He would play with me for hours. Stretch me into all kind of shapes. Twist and turn me one way, then another. When he was done, he’d mold me two-handed, and pour me back into my egg. silly putty so many years since childhood for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday -Lighten up a bit! (pubtended by lillian)…

  • Outside Looking in: a Day 6 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #Quadrille solo #renga

    So much depends on the placement of a hand arising passion cracked facade as the world breaks in Is bliss possible when corpses fill parks what a witness from a distance can say walls close in As traps always do right before the end

  • Mecurial Magic: a #Quadrille #haibun

    “It’s a kind of magic…” Queen Would I were Gandalf, facing the Balrog, crying, “You shall not pass!” Or Merlin, confronting Morgan Le Fey, before Arthur’s doom. Or any mystic, empowered against #Corona. But I am only a poet. My words must be magic enough. raindrops another deep breath another for dVerse Poets’ #Quadrille 100:…

  • Undomesticated: a #TankaProse #Quadrille

    Did you imagine, for even a moment, that I was anything else but wild? None domesticate me. I’m untamable. But don’t be afraid! I am for you. Always. fiery tongues an unceasing wind buffeting a house “illuminated by the grace of the Holy Spirit…” (The last line is from Gabriel Garcia Marquez, from his novel…

  • Waiting for the Solstice: a #Quadrille #Haibun

    Five days before winter solstice. Another winter storm bears down. Snow and ice promise a messy commute. But soon, the last glow of the shortest day will shine. Then the dark of the longest night will follow. seasonal lights the gloom of gathered clouds for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday: There’s a Shine to the Season! (pubtended…

  • Spirited: A #TankaProse #Quadrille

    Get up. I can’t. You can. Get up. I’m too exhausted. Too defeated. You breathe. You live. You’re not defeated. How can I? I fall a thousand times. Then get up a thousand and one. Another breath Somehow, my feet underneath I arise again for Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 156, #Poet’sChoice and…

  • A November with Basho, Day 4

    Set out to see the Murder Stone, Sessho-seki, on a borrowed horse, and the man leading it asked for a poem. “Something beautiful, please.” The horse turns his head– from across the wide plain, a cuckoo’s cry Basho, “Narrow Road to the Interior,” Translated by Sam Hamil, The Essential Basho, pg. 8-9 Another Momento Mori…