Morning Whine

haibun poetry

Haibun

The coffee maker still gurgles after nearly an after hour. A steady electric hum drowns out the chorus of birdsongs, save one.

Gray clouds swallow the sky. The rain triggers an ache across my eyebrows, and exacerbates the stiffness in every joint from knees to shoulders.

All before a day that won’t end for at least fourteen hours. Leaving me precious little time before another — the one with the formal observation.

I would rather just go back to bed

budding maples
a spade shovel left beside
a dying pine

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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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