Such a Moment

japanese poetry forms

Haibun Poetry

 

A breeze blows. The Syracuse wind chime behind the chaise sounds a three-note melody. A sparrow’s song answers. The neighbor behind my house hosts a party. Adults chat, children squeal and laugh. Somewhere a dog barks.

The maple, elm, spruce, pine, apple, crabapple and peach trees, the freshly mown lawn of grass and crabgrass: all shine so verdantly in the mid-morning sun. So present. Like the wind and surf at Tintagal, the morning light through the drapes in Wigmore Place, the spinning wheels of an upside-down, rusty-red tricycle.

robin’s song
more cottonballs across
an empty sky

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photograph by Carol Hu

 

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Frank J. Tassone

I fell in love with writing ever since I wrote my first short story at the age of 12 and my first poem in high school. My free-verse has appeared in the literary e-zine Pif. My haibun has been published in Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online (CHO) and Contemporary Haibun, CHO's annual print anthology. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet.

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