Hope
Bird house hangs empty, /
its body decayed, waiting /
for song’s first echo.
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#bird #house #echo #decay #song #haiku #poem #photo #poetry #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #april #tuesday #040522 #2022
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“Tied in nots”
Tied in nots
Be not what you are /
not, for being not earns not, /
and leaves only not.
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#040322 #not #be #haiku #poem #poetry #senryu #pun #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #april #sunday #2022
Photo finish Friday: “Phantoms”
Phantoms
Once there, but now gone. /
Time and seasons take away. /
Impressions remain.
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#phantoms #time #seasons #impressions #haiku #photo #poem #poetry #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #april #friday #040122 #2022
Filed under 2022, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
“Holiday”
Holiday
Christmas lights still shine /
inside local post office. /
Did you get your gifts?
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#lights #postoffice #gifts #christmas #holidays #haiku #senryu #poetry #poem #humor #photo #davidebooker #knoxville #march #wednesday #033022 #2022
Filed under 2022, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
“Perspective”
Perspective
Spring lights near and far /
lead the eye into evening. /
Sunlight fades to stars.
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#sunlight #light #spring #stars #haiku #poem #poetry #perspective #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #photo #march #monday #032822 #2022
“Lighting”
Lighting
Evening, show your hues: /
fading reds, oranges, blues. /
Night, embrace me, too.
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#night #light #embrace #evening #hues #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #march #sunday #032722 #2022
Saturday silliness: “Cookie fails”
Cookie Fails
I have committed all those sins, /
Once and again /
When baking the day away. /
In the kitchen I run /
Mixer, thumb, and hum /
As I try to get the dough my way. /
But, alas, by turns /
Overmixed to burned, /
My baking fails like clay /
Lost on a potter’s wheel /
Self-creation piecemeal /
That has gone astray. /
But fool that I be /
Mount Success for me /
So into the recipe I climb. /
Mix and shape /
Measure and bake /
Then wait again for the timer’s chime.
Then out come my cookies. /
Oh, take a look! See /
How they look divine. /
I sit on my stool, /
Fidgeting until cool, /
Then I dine on this feast of mine.
#032422
Filed under 2022, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, Silly Saturday
Photo finish Friday: “Skeleton of memories”
Skeleton of memories
Winter killed our tree. /
Don’t know if it was before, /
during, or after /
your death. Dead limbs hang barren: /
no buds, no leaves, no cherries. /
Skeleton of memories.
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#death #tree #limbs #winter #skeleton #memories #waka #poem #poetry #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #photo #march #friday #032522 #2022
“Burnt fingers”
Burnt fingers
Burned by deep cold, leaves /
open to spring’s renewed touch. /
Winter’s fingers crossed.
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#fingers #burn #winter #spring #leaves #photo #haiku #poem #poetry #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #march #tuesday #032222 #2022
“Dabbled thoughts”
Dabbled thoughts
Each snowflake a thought /
piled on the dappled stone bench. /
Soon gone in sunlight.
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#snow #bench #sunlight #snowflake #thought #haiku #poem #poetry #senryu #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #march #sunday #032022 #2022
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