
Blue
Evening shades of blue. /
I look up and think of you. /
Nimbus cloud in view.
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Blue
Evening shades of blue. /
I look up and think of you. /
Nimbus cloud in view.
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#nimbus #blue #view #shades #evening #cloud #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #monday #082922 #2022
Filed under 2022, haiku, Old North Knoxville, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

City
Green near, blue far back. /
Mankind’s river flows between /
concrete, trees, and dreams.
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#concrete #dreams #mankind #trees #river #green #blue #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #july #thursday #072122 #2022

Blueberry
Each orb a new world. /
Each green new world ripens blue. /
Each blue a new taste.
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Filed under 2022, haiku, Old North Knoxville, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

Weather
Sky climbs the ladder, /
reaches the morning rooftop, /
and sings quiet blues.
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#ladder #sky #climbs #blue #rooftop #morning #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #knoxville #january #saturday #010122 #2022
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

Turning
Winter sky reflects /
in glass and in clouds: wonder, /
pain, weather, and blue.
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#winter #sky #refection #clouds #wonder #glass #pain #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #knoxville #december #thursday #123021 #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

Fall sky
Bright light claims the blue. /
White clouds glow opalescent. /
Fall sky polished clear.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #poet #sky #clouds #fall #white #blue #writer #writing #photography #101818
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

Reborn
A desire reborn. /
Blue as a new ocean wave: /
Re-Volvo-lution.
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#blue #ocean #wave #desire #reborn #volvo #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #knoxville #tennessee #august
082818
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo, Poetry by David E. Booker
Toast to the muses /
High and low, who grace the Earth /
With bread, wine, and song.

The blue fedora
Try as he might;
try as he will
it became apparent
there was nothing for him still.
He worked to the bone
and then he worked beyond.
When one day somebody asked
he was already gone.
Air apparent to a world
that had passed him by.
With his blue fedora
he took off for the sky.
Maybe some day he’ll make it
up there to one of the stars.
Some say that’s far enough;
others say it’s much too far.
Maybe some day you’ll see him
chasing dreams or chasing a cat
the air apparent man
and his blue fedora hat.
–David E. Booker
In honor of National Hat Day.
Filed under 2016, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
[Editor’s note: “I once was blue, too” was written a bit tongue in cheek in response to a friend on Facebook who changed his profile photo to an all-blue photo. I have included it here. After writing it and reading it, I think it holds up fairly well, so I thought I would post it here to annoy a few more people.]
I once was very blue
then one day I saw you
and because of your blue hue
I could no longer be blue, too.
When asked if this was true,
I said what else could I do?
Next, I tried being red
but it all went to my head
and it filled me with fiery dread.
What else could be said?
I then tried being green,
but it was the worst I’d ever seen
so bad as to be obscene
Everywhere I went, I made a scene.
I tried be being yellow
a sallow looking fellow
Not too bright and not too mellow
Still people wanted to bellow.
Up next, I tried being gray
and though on my beard it did stay
I sent the rest of it away.
I’ll deal with it another day.
Other colors I tried, too:
purples, oranges, and violet brews
but none fit me quite like blue.
But what else was I to do?
I could not be as blue as you.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author