
Remnant dream
Remnant winter art, /
sunflower stalk stands alone, /
withered summer dream.
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Remnant dream
Remnant winter art, /
sunflower stalk stands alone, /
withered summer dream.
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#remnant #dream #winter #summer #art #sunflower #withered #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #february #friday #021023 #2023

Promises
Once upon a time /
the fairy tale promises. /
If only it were true.
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Benched
Cane at a park bench. /
Borrowed book and found cap. /
Cold weather, warm words.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #writing #writer #february #friday #2020 #davidebooker #park #bench #oldnorthknoxville #book #cane #knoxville #tennessee #oldnorthknoxvillepark #words #weather #020720

Rain on daffodils. /
Rebirth in February. /
Evening in my heart.
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Home
Behold, it is home, /
Alone in the darkest sky. /
Womb of our desires.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #moon #earth #womb #home #sunday #davidebooker #february #2021 #020721
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, poem, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker

Winter rain
I see you on leaves, /
lost tears of the winter rain. /
I see my rain, too.
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#winter #rain #lost #leaves #tears #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #february #sunday #020622 #2022
M

MoAnday
It’s that dreaded day again,
The one that follows what should have been,
The day that’s missing an A,
They day that should be MoAnday.
I want to wrap myself in paper towels
To avoid the thunderous scowls,
The rain of terror, “aren’t you done yet!”
As I sit on the coffee pot and try to forget.
Oh, where art thou my pride?
Oh, this Moanday I can’t abide.
Oh, you’re hiding in the paper towels, too?
What, now, am I supposed to do?
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#020623
Filed under 2023, humor, poem, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker, writing humor

In the window
Sunlight fades from sky. /
Evening rises in windows. /
House in silhouette.
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