Photo finish Friday: “Rusted heart”

Rusted heart

Tin man rusted his heart, /

not in Emerald City, but /

behind fallen eyes.

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Rusted heart

Tin man rusted his heart, /

not in Emerald City, but /

behind fallen eyes.

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#rusted #heart #emeraldcity #eyes #tinman #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #february #friday #020725 #2025

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“New hope”

New hope

February jonquils, /

early yellow among brown, /

herald spring’s new hope.

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#hope #february #jonquils #herald #spring #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #thursday #020625 #2025

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“Flap Jack”

Flap Jack

There once was a pancake bed,

Soft as anything said.

I laid down for a nap.

Woke up as a flap,

Filled suddenly with syrup and dread.

Kafka! I cried from my sleep.

He appeared and began to weep.

Then with his fork,

He made his first stroke

And I felt my syrup drip and seep.

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“Setting sun”

Setting sun

Tabby cat sits in /

the setting sun’s amber glow /

and parade of leaves.

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#setting sun #cat #leaves #parade #glow #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #february #wednesday #020525 #2025

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“Silhouette”

Silhouette

Bare limbs silhouette

before a fiery dusk sky.

The sun hies to night.

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#silhouette #limbs #sky #sun #night #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #february #tuesday #020425 #2025

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“Touch”

Touch

Not so long ago, /

morning light saw frosted leaves /

holding winter’s touch.

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“The Maltese Falcon”

Dashiell Hammett’s THE MALTESE FALCON was first published by Alfred A. Knopf on this day in 1930.

“Samuel Spade’s jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The v motif was picked up again by thickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down-from high flat temples-in a point on his forehead. He looked rather pleasantly like a blonde Satan.”

–from THE MALTESE FALCON

A treasure worth killing for. Sam Spade, a slightly shopworn private eye with his own solitary code of ethics. A perfumed grafter named Joel Cairo, a fat man name Gutman, and Brigid O’Shaughnessy, a beautiful and treacherous woman whose loyalties shift at the drop of a dime. These are the ingredients of Dashiell Hammett’s coolly glittering gem of detective fiction, a novel that has haunted three generations of readers.

The dead partner in this story “comes alive” as the main character of another detective series.

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“Alley”

Alley

Sunlight and shadows /

bare trees and winter dreams /

weave through the alley.

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#alley #dreams #winter #shadows #trees #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #sunlight #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #february #saturday #020125 #2025

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“Failure”

Failure

Is their poetry /

in failure? Bleak winter sun /

pockets its promise.

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#poetry #bleak #winter #sun #failure #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #knoxville #january #012822 #2022 #haiga

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Photo finish Friday: “Play”

Play

Light and shadow and

the morning at play beneath

the rising sun.

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#play #light #shadow #morning #sun #haiku #haiga #poem #poetry #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #january #friday #013125 #2025

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