Pre-Smuggs Insomnia

haibun haiku

Haibun Poetry

 

It’s a quarter to one in the morning. Cricket songs, and the ever-present drone of Thruway traffic, pass through our open bedroom windows. We’ll be on our way to Smuggler’s Notch in a few more hours.

I should be asleep. My fingers caressed and massaged Mira’s back earlier in the evening. The intimacy that followed…I should have slept through the night afterward.

But I haven’t.

“What if?” arises again, and again. Knotted energy surrounds thoughts of work. My old failures become new ones, again and again.

Only I’m not at work. I’m in my bed at home. Listening to crickets and traffic.

Too early
To see leaves falling
Adirondacks

 

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photograph by Adam Excell

 

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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. My haiku has been published by the Haiku Foundation. My senryu has been published in Failed Haiku. I regularly perform haibun and other haikai with Rockland Poets. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet. Visit my website www.frankjtassone.wordpress.com to see more of my poetry. Follow me on twitter @fjtassone2 and like my Facebook page American Haijin for updates on my latest work.

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  • Michelle

    This haibun is so beautiful and holds a feeling that we can all relate to.

  • Frank J. Tassone

    Thank you!