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“Offering”

Offering
Shallow bowl of leaves /
Gathered by a morning wind. /
Autumn offering.
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#offering #autumn #wind #bowl #leaves #morning #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #november #thursday #2021 #111821
“Bowl”

Bowl
A bowl of berries /
sits on my kitchen counter. /
Picked between raindrops.
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#bowl #berries #kitchen #raindrops #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #june #tuesday #062023 #2023
“A sip”

A sip
Some cats sip at bowl.
Some cats are on hot tin roof.
Reflecting on thirst.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #poet #writing #writer #january #friday #2020 #cat #water #bowl #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #knoxville #tennessee #roof #tin #reflect #012420
“Bowls of clouds”

Bowl of clouds
The bowl of the sky, /
Nourishing heaven and earth, /
Overflows with clouds.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #friday #2020 #photooftheday #bowl #sky #heaven #clouds #oldnorthknoxville #tennessee #knoxville #davidebooker #081420
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Offering”

Offering
Shallow bowl of leaves /
Gathered by a morning wind. /
Autumn offering.
.
.
#offering #autumn #wind #bowl #leaves #morning #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #november #thursday #2021 #111821
Haiku and photo: “Bowl of clouds”

Bowl of clouds
The bowl of the sky, /
Nourishing heaven and earth, /
Overflows with clouds.
.
.
#haiku #poem #poetry #friday #2020 #photooftheday #bowl #sky #heaven #clouds #oldnorthknoxville #tennessee #knoxville #davidebooker
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The Blathering Idiot and the Bowl Museum
The blathering idiot was helping Xenia get her breakfast. Xenia was his on again, off again, on again girlfriend’s six-year-old daughter. Why Xenia’s name didn’t begin with a “Z,” like her mother’s – Zelda – the blathering idiot didn’t understand, but he didn’t and it was a school day, so it was a question for another time.
While helping her with breakfast, the blathering idiot thought he would impress Xenia. He found a one-serving box of her favorite cereal, and the box had perforations on one side of the outside that formed an “I.” When he opened the box using the perforations, it instantly turned the box into a bowl.
As he poured milk into the disposable bowl, the blathering idiot talked about how when he was a kid, his parents always had these when the family went on long trips, including one to see dinosaurs in a museum.Xenia looked at the box with the flaps folded back and the cereal floating in milk. Then she looked up at the blathering idiot. “So, this was what you used before they invented bowls?”
The blathering idiot was dumbfounded.
Xenia had a piece of toast for breakfast.
Later that morning, when the blathering idiot was walking Xenia to school, he told her stories about his walking to school, and he often had to do it all by himself and how it was a long walk full of wild animals and dark places and not nearly as easy as it is today.
Xenia nodded, and as they stood outside the front door of the school, she looked up at the blathering idiot and asked, “Did you see many dinosaurs back then?”
