My heart in my hands /
Golden against gritty palms /
Each soft beat your name.

My heart in my hands /
Golden against gritty palms /
Each soft beat your name.

Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
God expects man’s fruit. /
Man delivers shells instead. /
Hollow is the love.

Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday
All my friends are clouds /
Scuttling across the sky /
Whispering thunder.

Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, Photo by Beth Booker, poetry by author
Those who saw you fall /
might never have known you /
then they saw your tears.

Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Who am I? you ask. /
Some days, logic says a geek. /
Other days are blurred.

Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Water resistant, /
creek find, Herman boot rescued. /
Spring planter reuse.

It is not a nut. /
It is a legume, you say. /
I say, It’s a truck.

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Angry old man glowers /
scared boy folded tight inside /
Spring flower un-bloomed.

Lottery tickets: /
hope for a summer future /
scratched away today.

O’ sweet bumblebee /
You with my camera I see /
Do you think of me?
