
Roles
The clock floated free; /
the jack, pawn, car, and acorn /
left their roles behind.
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#06041822 #pawn #jack #car #pawn #acorn #clock #haiku #senryu #poem #poetry #davidebooker #laurenabooker #june #saturday

Roles
The clock floated free; /
the jack, pawn, car, and acorn /
left their roles behind.
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.
#06041822 #pawn #jack #car #pawn #acorn #clock #haiku #senryu #poem #poetry #davidebooker #laurenabooker #june #saturday

The night
Horizon flares red /
Behind clouds smudged dark with night. /
Car travels film noir.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #filmnoir #noir #dark #red #horizon #night #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #photo #october #tuesday #2021 #102621
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

Cozy
The auto cozy /
Keeping the mobile dreams warm /
Fringed on the edges.
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#poem #poetry #haiku #photo #car #cozy #davidebooker #humor
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Filed under 2018, car, haiku, poem, Poetry by David E. Booker

Free floating radicals
The clock floated free; /
the jack, the pawn, and the car /
left their roles behind.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #time #clock #car #tack #pawn #laurenbooker #davidebooker #june #photooftheday #poemoftheday
Filed under 2018, haiku, Photo by Lauren Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

Active
Active head rest /
Surely, the car makes a jest. /
I laugh as air bag crests.
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Filed under 2017, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
The things you find in your neighborhood on a Friday morning. Parked on the wrong side of the road, too far away from the curb, but those pale in comparison to what is strapped to the top and held in place by a single strap. There were child seats in the car. Two of them. I only hope the children aren’t riding in the car when it eases away from curb and over the speed hump that awaits it, about where the orange cone sits in the lower photo. Maybe the car stopped because of the speed hump. What story or scene could you make of these photos?
Filed under 2016, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Four writers get in a car. It’s pouring rain. The car won’t start.
Horror writer scribbles: “Brad and Elaine were trapped. It was the worst night of their lives. The wind was howling and the monster was, too.”
Romance writer scribbles: “Brad had always hoped for a chance alone with Elaine. And now in the rain, in a broken car, he had that moment.”
Comedy writer scribbles: “Brad had always hoped for a chance alone with Elaine. And now in the rain, in a car whose engine wouldn’t turn over, he had that moment – until, unlike the engine, his indigestion turned over on him.”
Contemporary fiction writer scribbles: “Brad had always had trouble with two things in life: women and cars. Now he was trapped by a heavy rain in a broken car with a woman he barely knew, who was soaking wet and crying and blubbering about her life being ruined. Brad could not find the words to console her, but searching around for a rag for her to use to dry her eyes, he found a hammer, and considered using it on either the car or the woman. Was it a sign? Was it supposed to use it or try to figure out why in life when he was handed lemons, he wasn’t even able to make lemonade.”
Filed under 2016, Monday morning writing joke
Four writers get in a car. It’s pouring rain. The car won’t start.
Technical writer: “Do you have the owner’s manual? Have you read it?”
Marketing writer: “Hey, look, the cup holder still works!”
Grant writer: “Maybe we can apply for funds to find out why the car doesn’t start.”
IT writer: “Hey guys, I have an idea. How about we all get out of the car and then get back in?”
Filed under 2016, Monday morning writing joke