Obscured
Moon obscured on high, /
passing through the August sky /
clouds veil, then goodbye. /
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“Obscured”
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“August”
August
Ah, crap, August comes /
And I feel so incredibly dumb. /
I had plans to do so much, /
Now they lay piled, an incomplete bunch. /
I planned to travel, to go far, /
But did not make it beyond my car /
And to the chores that needed doing /
That had been brewing and chewing /
Up all my time /
Until the world sublime /
Has moved to August as it now stands /
School and promises hand in hand. /
Maybe next year I’ll visit a museum /
And to libraries — well, I can still go see them. /
Maybe check out a book and make plans /
To go, next May, to some far off lands.
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“Scents”
Scents
Summertime bread /
expands the kitchen with scents /
slowly lost to time.
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Photo finish Friday: “Touch”
Touch
A touch of rain. /
Here and there; now and then. /
A lover felt and gone.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Defy”
Defy
Defying the drought, /
an orange daylily blooms /
in time to catch rain.
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#defy #drought #daylily #rain #blooms #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #oldnorthknoxville #stormhaven #davidebooker #may #thursday #052126 #2026
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“Oh, Monday”
Oh, Monday.
Oooh, Monday.
Oooh, Moonday.
Oooh, Moanday.
You come and you slay me.
Sunday is not done,
Not gone with the setting sun,
But there you are once more
Scavenging at my door.
A beggar with a broken smile.
You promise to be for only a while,
But your 24-hours pass
As if the sands stuck in the hourglass.
Oh, Monday.
Oooh, Monday.
Oooh, Moonday.
Oooh, Moanday.
You come and you play me.
I fall for your tattered lines.
I hope ruthlessly for the sublime.
But, Moanday, you are there,
A rumbled love I no longer share.
You once held such promise,
But now you are always upon us.
Hanging low over the weekend,
Always about to offend.
Oh, Monday.
Ooh, oooh, sad Monday.
I go to bed and sigh
As I wave the weekend goodbye.
Ooh, oooh, Moonday.
Ooh, oooh, Moanday.
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“A farewell”
A farewell
A kiss. A cloud.
A farewell I say to you
my last sleep’s dream.
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“Viewpoint”
Viewpoint
From a dog’s viewport, /
one dog to another,
summer is a rose.
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“Reaching”
Reaching
The blue of evening /
cradles the quiet moon’s rise. /
Silent flowers wave.
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“Early”
Early
Early are the winds /
when they are just a breeze /
building from a thought.
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