
Abstract
Clouds swirl arabesque, /
counting winds, flirting with light. /
Gossamer kisses.
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#abstract #arabesque #winds #light #gossamer #kisses #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #august #tuesday #080222 #2022

Abstract
Clouds swirl arabesque, /
counting winds, flirting with light. /
Gossamer kisses.
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#abstract #arabesque #winds #light #gossamer #kisses #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #august #tuesday #080222 #2022
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Light
A true patriot /
sees not only the flag, but /
the night approaching.
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#flag #patriot #night #true #light #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #talltalestogo #knoxville #august #monday #080122 #2022
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There once was writer named Maxwell/
Who wrote only things factual /
Imagination, he said, /
Was not in his head. /
Then he was eaten by a Pterodactyl.
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Death
Death is an old skin, /
an exoskeleton shed /
only in passing.
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#death #old #skin #exoskeleton #passing #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #talltalestogo #july #sunday #073122 #2022
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Flame
Pursuing pollen, /
Icarus could have been a bee, /
cindered by desire.
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#icarus #bee #desire #cindered #flame #pollen #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #talltalestogo #july #saturday #073022 #2022

Mirror
Mirror sunflower, /
brightest in darker colors. /
Shades of night shining.
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#shades #night #dark #colors #mirror #sunflower #shining #poem #poetry #haiku #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #july #friday #072922 #2022

First
Early arrival, /
can you tell us what fall brings? /
Pumpkin oracle.
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#pumpkin #fall #first #early #arrival #oracle #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #july #thursday #072822 #2022
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Perplexes
The measure of time /
makes sense of nonsense, until /
it no longer does.
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#time #measure #sense #nonsense #perplexes #photo #haiku #poem #poetry #davidebooker #knoxville #july #tuesday #072622 #2022
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There one was a writer named Flynn, /
Who had trouble knowing where to begin. /
In medias res, /
he heard was the place. /
but he didn’t know how to get in.
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