
Glimpses
With glimpse after glimpse /
you see the mind’s true nature /
and wisdom flowers.
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Glimpses
With glimpse after glimpse /
you see the mind’s true nature /
and wisdom flowers.
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#glimpse #wisdom #flowers #mind #nature #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #senryu #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #wednesday #july #072424 #2024
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Roles
The clock floated free; /
the jack, pawn, car, and acorn /
left their roles behind.
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#060418-22 #pawn #jack #car #pawn #acorn #clock #haiku #senryu #poem #poetry #davidebooker #laurenabooker #june #saturday
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The Monster
The thunder outside /
Echoes storms speaking within. /
Love breeds its Monster./
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#haiku #poem #poetry #may #friday #2020 #therwilightzone #williamshatner #nightmareat20000feet #rodserling #monster #richardmatheson #052220 #davidebooker
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“What is the universe? Space. Out of space came a coagulation that became a nebula, and out of the nebula, millions of galaxies, and within one constellation of galaxies, a sun, with our little planet circling it. Then out of the earth came us, the eyes and the consciousness and the ears and the breathing of the earth itself.”
– Joseph Campbell
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Let us
Let us ride balloons: /
Up to the heavens and moons. /
Light as grace and stars.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #balloons #moons #heavens #light #grace #stars #photooftheday #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #january #knoxville #tennessee #friday #2021 #012221

Watchful
Watch as night gathers. /
The moon and clouds coalesce. /
Fears and dreams do, too.
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#watch #fears #dreams #moon #clouds #night #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #haiga #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #december #saturday #2023 #122323

Morning fire
Fire wakes crisp fall sky. /
Morning cloud plumes like fresh smoke. /
Air cold as dead dreams.
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#fire #morning #cloud #smoke #fall #autumn #sky #dead #dreams #photo #haiku #poem #poetry #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #november #tuesday #2021 #113021
Remembering
“As long as they talk about you, you’re not really dead, as long as they speak your name, you continue. A legend doesn’t die, just because the man dies.”
AS I KNEW HIM: My Dad Rod Serling
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