Oasis

Haibun Poems

Haibun Poems

 

A dog’s staccato bark. The melody of a robin singing in the maples. Harmony by the other songbirds. A wisp of breeze fluttering the canopy in the backyard. A pale blue sky promising perfect weather. The sun descending toward the Ramapos.

An aroma of sauteed peppers and onions. Mira prepares a frittata that we’ll eat in ten minutes. Water splatters out of a faucet for a moment.

I rest. Earlier, I returned Amauris’ incomplete English Regents to him for the third time.

“Mister, I’m getting mad!”

“I’ll get a second opinion from Ms. P or Mr. Z.”

A sheepish grin before he sat down and wrote what he had protested that he could not.

A truck rumbles up River Road, turns down Victory toward Mayer. The breeze returns. The songbirds keep singing. We’ll sit at the granite patio table on our deck soon, under a pale blue sky.

late spring afternoon
clank of plates on the table
as traffic passes

more by FRANK J. TASSONE

photograph by Daria Nepriakhina

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Frank J. Tassone

Frank J. Tassone lives in New York City's "back yard" with his wife and son. He fell in love with writing after he wrote his first short story at age 12 and his first poem in high school. He began writing haiku and haibun seriously in the 2000s. His haikai poetry has appeared in Failed Haiku, Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online, Contemporary Haibun, The Haiku Foundation and Haiku Society of America member anthologies. He is a contributing poet for the online literary journal Image Curve, and a performance poet with Rockland Poets. When he's not writing, Frank works as a special education high school teacher in the Bronx. When he's not working or writing, he enjoys time with his family, meditation, hiking, practicing tai chi and geeking out to Star Wars, Marvel Cinema and any other Sci-Fi/Fantasy film and TV worth seeing.

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