Morning
Comb up, seed in beak, /
cardinal greets the day. /
Sun and feathers bright.
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“Night”
Night
The weak sun declines. /
Street lights and windows seek hope. /
The night sky ascends…
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Always”
Always
The Moon: always there. /
Mistress and companion. /
Formed from the Earth’s rib.
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“Tour”
Tour
The tour is over, /
but the memories remain. /
The toy solider smiles.
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Photo finish Friday: “Night”
Night
Cold, crisp, brittle night. /
Clouds left with the light and wind, /
bundled in small warmth.
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“Glimpses of love”
Glimpses of love
Some things endure fall,
thriving on tepid daylight
and glimpses of love.
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“Curls”
Curls
Alone on a plant, /
struggling through the shortened days, /
a young pepper curls.
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“Jazz”
Jazz
Jazz intonations /
retire the fall evening /
into the cool night.
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#jazz #intonations #fall #evening #cool #night #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #knoxville #davidebooker #october #monday #102124 #2024
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“Wave”
Wave
Wave forth the fall night,
the one-armed skeleton said.
Hear the ghosts whisper.
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“Big Mouth”
Big Mouth
Oh, if only the Big Mouth would go on.
I give it gas and gear it all day long
To drive the broken old bastard to where it belongs.
Oh, come on Big Mouth, you roll on.
I work the clutch like a diphthong switch,
Pressing hard every time I got an itch
And shift those gears without an itch.
I work that clutch like a well-worn bitch.
I whine Big Mouth up to its highest gear.
Then no more whining will I hear,
The wind whipping by, the sky clear.
I whine Big Mouth up to its highest gear.
Only a little more left on this rutted road.
Big Mouth strains under its stolen load.
Big Mouth acts as though its dark future is foretold.
I slam my foot on Big Mouth and drive bold.
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