The days
Bars stand vertical /
Days scratched straight, then strike at four /
The wall bares my time.
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Filed under 2019, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
This day
Part of the morning. /
Thoughts of another’s life. /
His moment or mine?
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Rest
Rest upon the sun. /
Bee nestled into flower. /
Days work is now done.
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070921
A new day
Hang down; new day up. /
Daylight Savings Time rebuff. /
Eating im-possum-ble.
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This day
Part of the morning. /
Thoughts of another’s life. /
His moment or mine?
Send away that day. /
That one! I don’t want it. /
It is called Monday.
Filed under 2017, Sunday silliness
Divided by hours /
days gather sticks of minutes /
and twigs each second.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday
Fog and night entwined;/
weavers obscuring the light./
Patchworked day unfolds.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Day begins again,
touched by fog and memories,
refracted by sun.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
High, crimson cirrus;
low, purple, bruised cumulus:
dawn fights into day.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poem, poetry by author
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