
Beauty
Their blossoms fleeting, /
sunflowers live briefly; yet, /
their beauty transcends.
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Beauty
Their blossoms fleeting, /
sunflowers live briefly; yet, /
their beauty transcends.
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#beauty #blossoms #sunflowers #transcends #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #wednesday #080923 #2023

August light
Burnt red sunflower /
hangs its heavy summer head /
in the August light.
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#sunflower #summer #head #light #August #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #Tuesday #080823 #2023

Love
Love is the big fish /
that always gets away, but /
leaves tall tales to tell.
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#love #fish #tall-tales #Beth #photo #haiku #poem #poetry #davidebooker #talltalestogo #august #monday #080822 #2022
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Dancing
Light and wind and clouds /
dance across roofs while tired eyes /
watch evening step in.
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#dance #light #wind #clouds #roofs #eyes #evening #step #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #sunday #080623 #2023

“There are now no more horizons. And with the disillusion of horizons we have experienced and are experiencing collisions, terrific collisions, not only of people but also of their mythologies. It is as when dividing panels are withdrawn from between chambers of very hot and very cold airs: there is a rush of these forces together…. That is just what we are experiencing; and we are riding it to a new age, a new birth, a totally new condition of mankind – to which no one anywhere alive today can say that he has the key, the answer, the prophecy, to its dawn.
Mythologies, in other words, mythologies and religions are great poems and, when recognized as such, point infallibly through things and events to the ubiquity of a “presence” or “eternity” that is whole and entire in each. In this function all mythologies, all great poetries, and all mystic traditions are in accord; and where any such inspiriting vision remains effective in a civilization, everything and every creature within its range is alive. The first condition, therefore, that any mythology must fulfill if it is to render life to modern lives is that of cleansing the doors of perception to the wonder, at once terrible and fascinating, of ourselves and of the universe of which we are the ears and eyes and the mind.”
-Joseph Campbell
From Myths to Live By pg. 263
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Zebulon skipper
Raindrops on petals, /
butterfly on sunflower. /
August on the air.
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#raindrops #butterfly #august #petals #sunflower #air #zebulon-skipper #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #friday #080423 #2023

Hints
Fall is dropping hints. /
Yellow, brown, red, orange notes. /
Winter whispers: “Yes.”
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#yellow #notes #brown #fall #hints #winter #whispers #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #talltalestogo #august #thursday #080422 #2022

Bent
The bent wire points to /
misplaced expectation. /
Something did not stay.
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#wire #bent #misplaced #expectation #photo #poem #haiku #poetry #knoxville #davidebooker #070223 #August #Thursday #080323 #2023

Plays
Time plays with shadows,
with colors, with empty nights,
with hands forgetting.
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#plays #time #colors #shadows #nights #hands #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #wednesday #080223 #2023