“Leaf”
This moment passes /
as does the next. Each a leaf /
supple, then brittle.
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#supple #brittle #leaf #moment #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #october #saturday #102922 #2022
Photo finish Friday: “Wont”
Wont
Oz left the tin man, /
as wizards are wont to do. /
Autumn eats metal.
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#wizards #tinman #oz #autumn #metal #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #october #friday #102822 #2022
“Embrace”
Embrace
Iron bars may not a /
Prison make, but the Earth may /
Embrace you forever.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #poet #photo #graveyard #prison #earth #davidebooker #tombstone #oldgray #halloween #autumn #102818 #writing #writer #photography #cemetery #oldgraycemetery
“Stories”
Stories
Man stalks the monster /
An amphibious reader /
Halloween stories.
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#halloween #haiku #poem #poetry #writing #poet #writer #stories #stalker #davidebooker #amphibious #102318
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Tryst”
Tryst
Tree shadows and birds /
tryst at the feeder; lovers /
shedding leaves and seeds.
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#tryst #shadows #birds #feeder #lover #leaves #seeds #poem #poetry #photo #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #october #thursday #102722 #2022
“Grow”
Grow
Cynicism blooms /
by the doors to my lost soul. /
Love, I still grow hope.
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#grow #cynicism #love #hope #soul #bloom #doors #soul #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #talltalestogo #davidebooker #october #tuesday #102522 #2022
“Moments”
Moments
Moments are time’s stones. /
Some build bridges to the heart. /
Some become fall leaves.
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#moments #stones #bridges #leaves #time #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #knoxville #tennessee #davidebooker #october #monday #102422 #2022
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“Oh, my balls….”
Oh, my balls…
Oh, my balls are a tangled mess /
Clattered together like a car wreck compress. /
Oh, my balls are twisted tight. /
Not really painful, but oh, what a sight. /
Oh, my balls are dangling there /
Unable to move in the moaning air. /
Yes, my balls are one big wad. /
They’d be blue if attached to a bod. /
But thankfully, they’re just hanging there, /
Bunched up on their rack without a care.
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#101321 #balls #poem #humor #photo #davidebooker #october
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