
Work day
Bee has no time clock. /
Only sun, life, instinct, work. /
Grace in the effort.
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Work day
Bee has no time clock. /
Only sun, life, instinct, work. /
Grace in the effort.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #bee #clock #grace #life #sun #instinct #work #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #photo #july #saturday #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

Taste is Summer
Dance, proboscis, dance.
Nectar of the cone flower
sways with your summer.
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073021

Out there
Out there is in here. /
Rain, turmoil, thunder, lightning /
Pain, grief, love, release.
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072920

The sky
The clouds above me /
Form around a dust whisper /
Cry into the night.
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072820

The journey
Into the wide world, /
One step begins the unknown /
One heart brings new love.
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, Poetry by David E. Booker

Tune
A thousand gray clouds /
can be banished from the sky /
humming your own tune.
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And, one hopes, a good story or two, as well.
Filed under 2021, CarToonsday, Uncategorized

The Oldies
Yep. You’ve joined music history. /
The years may have been a mystery /
Tour through your youth /
Those awkward days of uncouth /
Where nothing you could say /
Would make the world go your way. /
Then the adult years came onset /
Full of hopes and some regrets, /
But your dreams lingered on /
Back by a three-chord song. /
Now the dreams have faded, /
A little tattered and debated, /
Then a song comes along, /
From your youth where it belongs, /
And it takes you back /
To those hopes gone slack. /
And you think, once again, /
It’s not too late to begin again. /
The melody comes your way /
Takes you back to halcyon days. /
But then that new technology /
Slaps you into where you ought to be. /
The dial face say the song is an Oldie. /
It spells it plainly and not boldly. /
You say, No, this can’t be so. /
Of the future you won’t let go. /
Oh no, oh no, oh no! /
You listen to the song /
That favorite tune that brought you along /
Through your youth uncouth /
Then into your adult truth. /
You listen again to the tune, /
Spot a star to the left of the Moon, /
And once more your dreams unfurl /
From the corner of your heart where they lay curled. /
To boldly go and now you won’t stop. /
To the moon is only the first hop. /
Then the song reaches its end /
And the night further sets in. /
The crickets chirp; the sirens wail /
And your dreams seem a bit stale. /
You fold them up and take them in /
And hope The Oldies come again. /
It may not now be like was /
And time has taken what it does, /
But you still feel the ancient fires /
And until the day the light expires, /
You will be now as you were then: /
Striving, seeking, finding, and not giving in.
072621
Filed under 2021, Poetry by David E. Booker

Reach
I am not a dream. /
Your waking will not end me. /
Lower that snack — now.
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Filed under 2021, photo, Poetry by David E. Booker

Golden
Morning light reflects /
Golden from the tablecloth. /
Toast and tea awake.
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