Category: Poetry
A Day in My Life
Poem Leaves cut the air the airplane makes its way to unknown lands I wonder who it is that whispers in my ear The Earth feels alive and well with eyes greener than ever...
Meandering
Haibun The bike path moves. No, we do, walking it. Far enough from Lake Champlain, we still see the rippling wake catch the afternoon sun, whether moving or sitting. We keep our own pace...
Spring Deferred
Haibun It’s usually warmer here. Mira has spent many happy moments seated at this bench, soaking in the sun. Late afternoon shadows fall. A breeze rustles the endless dried oak and maple leaves still...
That Morning Reluctance
Haibun Didn’t want to rise. Turned off the clock and rolled over. A half-sleep doze and I’m up. Don’t want to go; drag my body and mind and stay at the table watching dawn...
Old World Market
Haibun An aroma of sharp cheddar and freshly baked bread. Wood rafters and paneling rise to a slanted ceiling. A Buddha on one wall, and other cultural icons spread around. We make our way past a...
The Devils Dance
Poem When ebony doth fill the sky There comes a dance upon a hill When one and all have closed their eyes And all around the air is filled With tongues of fire...
An Ode to Friendship
Poem So will that photo always change To hopes you often rearrange Framed unstead’ly on the wall As if it held no gold at all? Or was it simply pre-ordained To sit so crooked,...
Restless Soul
Poem nervous arms what is it that you are looking for? a mountain with summer snow and owls unstoppable eyes where is your sight? caressing the air of the birds and dreaming of change...
What I Believe
Poem I believe what I see I trust in what I touch I find it easier seeing what’s in front of me I find truth in my inner eyes vision Born into a (Roman)...
Empty Gestures
Haibun Nothing left to offer but the rain sunset on the Ramapo Mountains not a drop falls more by FRANK J. TASSONE photograph by Frances Gunn The Writers Manifesto
