Fairy house
Shells of the ocean /
formed as a house for fairies /
Young hands mold magic.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Menu”
Menu
The cat food did not /
say, “feeds raccoon,” but one came, /
ate, and left the cat.
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Photo finish Friday: “Burdens”
Burdens
Blooms give way to seeds. /
Beauty and function balanced. /
Hope burdens summer.
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#hope #blooms #beauty #function #balance #summer #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #july #friday #072222 #2022
“Purple Iris”
Purple Iris
Petals up and down /
Shining in the sun’s pleasure /
Bright beard on curled tongue.
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“The park”
The Park
Spring strolls through the park. /
Shaking green from her sleeves and /
Color from her eyes.
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“Kindness”
Kindness
Kindness sometimes means /
ripping up what is there to /reveal nature’s gifts.
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Photo finish Friday: “Remembrance”
Remembrance
When you reach the end /
there’s a sign. Not an exit, /
but in remembrance.
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#remembrance #end #sign #noexit #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #january #friday #2022 #012122
Haiku and photo: “Palm of winter”
Palm of Winter
Cold in the air. /
Snow on the Magnolia. /
The palm of winter.
“Butterfly”
Butterfly
When I see a butterfly,
I think of you.
Not because you flutter
And onto other flowers move.
No, you are more steady
Than that,
A Gardner’s steady
In a wide brimmed hat.
Turning the soil
And amending where needed
So the butterflies will come
To the flowers seeded.
They know not the beauty
Of your touch.
Only the beauty
Of summer’s flower rush.
I think of you
When I see butterflies,
Fluttering up and around
Reaching for the bright blue sky
Then swooping back to your prepared ground.
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For Beth
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Photo finish Friday: “Bug out”
The attack of the metal-eating bugs from Mars was stopped dead in its tracks not by military firepower or industrial genius, but by rust and cold weather.
What will happen come Spring? Nobody is sure.
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