Spring cleaning rolls out /
the presence of memories, /
Christmas tree, and trash.

Spring cleaning rolls out /
the presence of memories, /
Christmas tree, and trash.

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
Some days you get the /
dry sleeping bag; other days /
the bag gets soggy.

Filed under 2018, haiku, Photo by Lauren Booker, poetry by author
There once was a author from Brisbane /
who thought a writer from Lisbon /
tortured language in a way /
that was “an assault and pepper spray” /
a syntax attack, if not misprision.
Filed under 2018, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Water resistant, /
creek find, Herman boot rescued. /
Spring planter reuse.

The Hail Mary here /
Is neither pass nor prayer /
but hope for the creek.

Filed under 2018, Photo by Lauren Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
It is not a nut. /
It is a legume, you say. /
I say, It’s a truck.

Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, Photo by Beth Booker, poetry by author
A billion trillion /
stars and azalea petals /
scatter life, sky and earth.

Filed under 2018, photo by David E. Booker, poetry by author
Angry old man glowers /
scared boy folded tight inside /
Spring flower un-bloomed.

4-1-3-1-8 /
Triskaidekaphobia /
All my luck foretold.
