Frank J. Tassone

Tag: Quadrille

  • A Waning Hope: A #quadrille #haibun

    Courtesy CBS News   Savanna sunset the last breath of the last male white rhino   An aging female’s egg awaits sperm preserved from the last male. A species’ fate rests in the hands of such uncertain science.   Of such waning hope.   starlight playing God to overcome playing God   for dVerse Poets…

  • The Burning Bush: a #quadrille #haibun

    Image: KEVIN CARDEN / LIGHTSTOCK.COM   A fire engulfs it, but the bush does not burn. How? Curiosity, from this pharoa’s son-turned-murder, shepherding fugative. I draw closer.   A presence from the fire, none I’ve known, yet all I’ve ever known, calls my name.   Holy ground sandals and sheep set aside     for…

  • Kenosis: A #tankaprose of Love…#haiku #tanka #haibun #poetry

    A #tankaprose of love for #ValentinsDay! #haibun #haiku #tanka #poetry

  • Murmer of a brook: a #quadrille #haibun…#haiku #poetry

    Photo by Marc Wieland on Unsplash   Your murmer carries on a whisper of a breeze. I stop to listen, and breathe.   Flow. Yield, and be strong.   If I could only do what you say.   rainswelled brook … the rocks upon which I again get caught   for dVerse Quadrille Monday #50, DeJackson hosting.  …

  • #Monoku Monday: A #Quadrille for #dVersepoets

    Close of New Year’s Day   New Year    still the soft glow     of Christmas lights   Neil Diamond’s voice fills the living room. Mira and Frankie lie sprawled on a couch and chair-ottoman, facing their screens. Our Last vacation day, before we leap into action!   uncried tears    this January  …

  • Crunch…a #quadrille #haibun for .@dversePoets

    Crunch   (By jeffreyw (Mmm… chiliUploaded by Fæ) [CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons)   The crunch-crunch-crunch of corn tortilla chips mixed with her homemade chili. So different from the crunch-time I flopped when my supervisor walked into my classroom. The crunch-crunch-crunch of another bite. Washed down with fresh Burgundy!   fallen leaves crunching under…

  • Our Standing Ground… a #haibun #quadrille for .@dVersePoets

    Where is our root?   On shifting fashions, like that house built on sand, awaiting the tumolt and inevitable ruin?   Or on authentic sense, that citadel founded on rock, indifferent to buffeting winds and punishing waters?     autumn rain a swollen brook eroding a well-worn rock   Mish hosts dVerse Poets Pub’s Quadrille…

  • A #Troika #Quadrilla: Hawk-haunted “Rook-Delighting Heaven”

    I take on not one, not two, but three challenges at once with a form I’ve never used before! For Carpe Diem’s Weekend Meditation 5, ancient warriors between battle and peace writing haiku © Chèvrefeuille falling to the ground a flower closer to the root bidding farewell © Basho Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats:…