Birthday cake, candles, /
ice cream, and time sliced into /
wishes and treasures.

Birthday cake, candles, /
ice cream, and time sliced into /
wishes and treasures.

Filed under 2018, photo by David E. Booker, poetry by author
Cat in the shadows, /
deciding friend or foe. /
Will she feed me?

Filed under 2018, photo by David E. Booker, poetry by author
Active head rest /
Surely, the car makes a jest. /
I laugh as air bag crests.

Filed under 2018, photo by David E. Booker, poetry by author
A thousand thieves may /
rip the jonquils from the ground /
but they can’t steal Spring.

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Whipped cream mountain kiss, /
Berries touching a waffle, /
Subtly love comes.

Toast to the muses /
High and low, who grace the Earth /
With bread, wine, and song.

The sign almost glowed,/
the word and the memories /
welded moments.


“End Road Work,” sign says. /
Declaration or demand? /
Hanging to stir doubt?
Guns clatter the ground. /
Clouds bulging with thoughts and prayers. /
Shrill tears from heaven.
Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author, Uncategorized
Lottery tickets, /
phone sex ads, cigarette butts: /
fake pleasures turned trash.
Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author