
Evening
Sunlight rides the ridge, /
fading into evening as /
headlights ride the road.
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Evening
Sunlight rides the ridge, /
fading into evening as /
headlights ride the road.
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#sunlight #headlights #evening #ridge #road #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #january #tuesday #013123 #2023

Shapes
Rain whispers. /
Water cups into footprints. /
Fog molds soft shapes.
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#rain #water #fog #footprints #shapes #whispers #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #january #monday #013023 #2023

Today is National Chocolate Cake Day and National Inane Answering Message Day or NIAD (Nigh-Add) for short.
So, go have a piece or two or chocolate cake and record this on your voicemail:
“I had cake. It was great.
Leave a message and I may relate.
Vanilla’s fine. Strawberry, too.
But chocolate’s the only one that’ll do.
Chocolate cake and chocolate frosting.
Chocolate from beginning to topping.
Leave a message after the beep,
unless you’re a salesman or some beep-beep creep.”
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Evening
Evening finds me /
entering into myself, /
seeking old dreams.
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#evening #entering #seeking #dreams #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #senryu #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #january #sunday #012923 #2023
Beauty
An old bud withered. /
A young bud might not bear fruit. /
Still, beauty lived.
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#bud #withered #fruit #beauty #old #young #lived #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #january #saturday #012823 #2023

Failure
Is their poetry /
in failure? Bleak winter sun /
pockets its promise.
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#poetry #bleak #winter #sun #failure #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #knoxville #january #012822 #2022

Photo
Within the photo, /
I find your eyes and all the /
memories I hold.
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#photo #eyes #memories #senryu #haiku #poem #poetry #beth #davidebooker #january #friday #012723 #2023

Sprouted
Having lost their leaves, /
the trees sprouted puffy clouds. /
Then the winds took those.
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#winds #clouds #trees #leaves #sprouted #lost #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #thursday #012623 #2023

Time
Now is elastic, /
Memory stretches then, /
Next shrinks away.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #time #memory #now #elastic #shrinks #next #cartoon #davidebooker #january #sunday #2021 #012421

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Ride
Worship the bullet /
And the fatted calf of death. /
Ride the idol gun.
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#012523 #2023 #bullet #calf #death #worship #gun #idol #davidebooker #january #wednesday #haiku #poem #poetry

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