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

Taste is Summer
Dance, proboscis, dance.
Nectar of the cone flower
sways with your summer.
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#davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #haiku #poem #photooftheday #tennessee #proboscis #dance #flower #summer #july #friday #2021
073021

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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#haiku #photo #poem #poetry #morning #light #golden #tablecloth #toast #tea #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #july #friday #2021

Shades
Shadows and lost saints: /
reflections and projections, /
exits and entrances.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #shades #shadows #saints #reflection #projection #exit #entrance #oldnortknoxville #davidebooker #july #thursday #2021 #senryu
072221

Gathering
Bee hums to the beat /
Of sunflower serenade. /
Summer pollen song.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #summer #sunflower #pollen #bee #serenade #song #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #july #wednesday #2021
072121

Hiding
Rain reaches the heart /
Hiding away in the sun /
Touching life with tears.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #tears #rain #heart #sun #life #senryu #hiding #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #july #tuesday #2021