Frank J. Tassone

Tag: Quadrille

  • Emptied Quivers: A #quadrille #haibun

    One knocked arrow after another flies. A rain of fletch from bags and quivers. And French knights fall by the score. Archers hold the muddy field as surviving knights flee. Emptied Quivers. The key to Henry V’s victory. Agincourt How English Longbows made history for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday #90: We’re all a-Quiver (pubtended by…

  • “…Unto the Breach…” a #Quadrille #haibun

    Set the stage. It’s long past time for a competant actor. Set the table. We’re overdue for an adult diner. Set the microphones and cameras; the witnesses must speak. Set the time of our deliverance from vulgar, conniving “Chosen Ones.” sunset broken promises remembered for dVerse Poets Quadrille #89: Are you Set? (pubtended by Merrill)…

  • Nihilistic Games: a solo #renga #quadrille

    laying asphalt a long and winding road toward eruption With all the lack of care consumerists can muster skyward plumes subterranean ash falls along our path But what do we care when there’s so much more to make our own last lava flow extinction for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday #88 (pubtended by Linda Lee Lyberg).…

  • Desperate Times: a #quadrille #haibun

    The commute begins. Cruising 65-70 miles-per-hour, I pass two exits. Then tail-lights appear. Stop-and-go traffic crawls. Pressure mounts. Cruising speed across the bridge. Then a parkway, with more bumper-to-bumper traffic. Pressure reaches critical. parking space making it to the bathroom in the nick of time for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #87 (pubtended by De Jackson). The…

  • Sunrise: a #quadrille #haibun for #dversepoets

    They stand, kneel, twirl suspended in the air on ascending trapezes. All while a golden sphere glittering in golden spotlights rises. The music plays on. The dance continues–on an above the ground. “Here comes the sun…” Cirque de Solei’s Beatles Love “shines on” for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille 83 and 8th Anniversary The pub celebrates 8…

  • First Guitar, our Latest Decoration: a #quadrille #haibun for #dversepoets

    The ESP shines in the corner. When I first received that high school graduation present, I could not put it down. I routinely played Pentatonic scales, jazz fusion riffs and blues chord progressions in the basement. How many nights did I play Led Zepplin’s Black Dog or Pink Floyd’s “Wish you were here?” How many…

  • Dragon Declarations: a #quadrille #haibun

    Do you fear me? I come, bearing the storm! Delight with me in wind and water. Or despair of me in monsoon and typhoon. Force me back into the cave, if you dare. Or ride me! deepening twilight ascending and decending in this life for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #81 – Here there be {poem} dragons…

  • Unrestricted Aces: a #Quadrille #haibun

    Unclassified, one Ace learns English. Another Ace’s fastball dropped me in the dunk tank during least year’s field day. Yet another Ace may claim my lucky “four.” I, their trump ace. All in the least restrictive environment. last bell the crowded cell phone lines for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #77 – Ace of Poems (pubtended by…