Moon Maiden

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Many say they can see the face of a man in the moon, but is this truly the case?  Is the fair light of that countenance masculine, with a harsh brightness; or timid and gentle?  A man in the moon?  No, surely a maiden graces our nights.

Sweet Lunar maiden
Gracing the clear midnight sky
Bright beams night to fill



Haibun Monday 9/28/20: to the Moon!

Megalith: A Haibun

copyright: Padre’s Ramblings

“What are those Grandpa?” Andrew asked pointing.

“Those are called the Giant’s Playthings, Sweetie.  It’s said that long ago, a bored giant stacked them there while he was waiting for his wife and daughters to finish applying their make-up.”

Megalithic stones

Some giant’s distraction to

Pass away the day?


Weekend Writing Prompt #175 – Megalith

Lesson Of Friendship

Landscape, Mountains, Lake, Sailing Boat, Nature


My nineteenth birthday was spent as part of the volunteer work staff at a Christian camp in Upstate New York.  My primary duty was washing dishes in the kitchens, and in particular the pots and pans.  It was a hot and time consuming job.

Not wanting to make a fuss, and to do my duty, I allowed my birthday to pass away virtually unnoticed.  As I was finishing my shift, one of the supervisors asked if I had had a good day.  I responded by saying it had been busy, but not bad; though it was kind of strange for a birthday.

He said that I should have said something, and they would have done something special.  He then asked if I had ever been sailing.  When I replied that I hadn’t, he took me down to the lake and gave me a private lesson.

A sailing lesson
On a birthday nearly missed
Friendship on a lake




dVerse Birthday Haibun


Iceland, Waterfall, Landscape, Water, Kirkjufellsfoss




They stood before the cascading waters and spray of the majestic waterfall.  The world was theirs, full of beauty and promise.  Hand-in-hand they gazed into their future.

Beautiful – Plunging
Uncontrolled by man’s power
Calming – Turbulence

She stood before the cascading waters and spray of the majestic waterfall.  Her world like the waters themselves, careening. Widowed, she walked away alone.




This week Colleen has challenged us to write a poem in the haibun form.  A haibun, she explains follows this format:

  • Begin the haibun with a title. The title should hint at something barely noticeable in the beginning which comes together by the ending.
  • Your haibun prose can be written in present or past tense including, first person (I), third person (he/she), or first-person plural (we).
  • Subject matter: autobiographical prose, travel journal, a slice of life, memory, dream, character sketch, place, event, or object. Focus on one or two elements.
  • Keep your prose simple, all excessive words should be pared down or deleted. Nothing should be overstated.
  • The length can be brief with one or two sentences with a haiku, or longer prose with a haiku sandwiched between, to longer memoir works including many haiku.
  • There are different Haibun styles: Idyll: (One prose paragraph and one haiku) haiku/prose, or prose/haiku; Verse Envelope: haiku/prose/haiku; Prose Envelope: prose/haiku/prose, including alternating prose and verse elements of your choice.

I have chosen to write in the prose envelope form.

In the challenge, Colleen asked that we try to incorporate Frank J. Tassone’s photo (below).  I had first thought to write using it and having it as the scene of a “fall,” but that seemed too dark when I delved into it.  I then took the licence of making the scene “a little bit further along the cliff at a waterfall,”  and setting the narrative on two separate dates spaced years apart.

© 2020 Frank J. Tassone



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The Bard of Avon, William Shakespeare was a writer of fame in his own day, and his legacy lives on in our English tongue.  He brought dozens of words and phrases into the language, and peradventure many may soundeth peculiar to thine ears, but they nonetheless are his legacy.  One of Lord Strange’s Men, he later built his own theatres in London.


A West-Midlands man
Now Thames-bank Global renowned
First among men Strange



A haibun written for d’Verse’s Haibun Monday 4/27/20: A Portrait of Two Masters

Hike Drop

Footprints, Steps, Bristol, Coast, Ebb, Mud, Traces


It was the early 1980s and I was at the US Marine Corps Infantry Training School at Camp Geiger, North Carolina.  It had rained for days, and the trails and pathways throughout the wooded training area had become quagmires. This did not of course stop the training.

It was into this environment that we men of “Charlie Company” began a timed hike.  At first I did well, even though the mud in places seemed to make every step feel as if my feet weighed a hundred pounds.  I was quite proud of myself at my professionalism.  In fact, almost Hollywood-like, when I slipped my rifle was instinctively lifted skywards away from the unforgiving mud.

But alas, I started to fall back in the column, and eventually was trailing some ten to fifteen yards behind the others.  As we approached a place where the trail crossed a road, a truck was waiting, and I and other “hike drops” was snagged by a sergeant who ordered us onto the uncovered back of the vehicle.  Cold and wet to the skin we were taken at speed back to camp, as the chill began to take its toll.  I never again was a hike drop.


Mud and toil – is a way of life

It prepares you for a world of strife

By testing yourself  – to the limit each day

You strengthen yourself  – for the role you play

The defense of others – is no simple chore

But to give of yourself – who can do more?


Lips blue, fingers numb
Windswept the transportation
Never lag again!



dVerse: Snapshots of Our Lives



Indecision: A Three Line Tale turned into a Pseudo-Haibun

three line tales, five year anniversary edition: beware of the dog

photo by Ben Williams vis Unsplash

Buster looked through the bars – uncertain of how to proceed.  His kennel-mate, Fido – a Springer Spaniel, had only moments before used a piece of board purloined from the “walkies-yard” to vault himself over the “doggy prison” fence.  Buster was unsure of what life outside might hold for him, but he would never know if he just sat there and stared.

A barrier erected to keep him in,

Should Buster try to leap it?

Only he who dares will win!



Hurry!: A Haibun


Angelica sprinted through the waist-deep grass.  She had spent a wonderful morning entertaining elves, princesses, and even a giant in her secret hideout in the hills overlooking her apartment complex.  She was so engrossed in the conversation with one centaur that just happened to stop in for a chat that she had forgotten that her mother had told her to be home no later than 12:30 for lunch.  It was 12:23 when she thought to glance at her watch.  She quickly excused herself from the conversation and headed home.

Rushing towards home
Amid rolling hills of play
Sandwiches await




Inspiration Call – 7 Jan 2020

The Hart of Christmas: Haibun

Reindeer, Norway, Snow, Sami, Mammal


Much has been made of the cold and foggy night which brought Rudolph onto Santa’s team, but he is a late comer as we all know.  Yes – ladies and gentleman, boys and girls –  Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, and Cupid all preceded the red-nosed star of song and film.  But when it comes the the true “Harts of Christmas,”  Dunder and Blixem, that Thunder and Lightening to you and me, were the original stars.  Isn’t it amazing what a good publicist can do for a scrawny red-nosed fawn?  Give me Thunder and Lightening any day!

True Christmas harts fly
Swift Lightening and Thunder
Tow Santa’s sleigh high


Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge December 24, 2019: “Heart of Christmas”

The prompt was for a poem, but I couldn’t resist the pun so went with a haibun.