
Grabbing
Bare limbs grab at Moon, /
fingers clutching through night fog. /
My ghost escapes hope.
.
.
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Grabbing
Bare limbs grab at Moon, /
fingers clutching through night fog. /
My ghost escapes hope.
.
.
#night #limbs #fingers #moon #fog #ghost #haiku #senryu #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #february #thursday #021722 #2022
Words you will not hear
ring forth from my fingers’ touch
and my lips’ caress.
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Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers. –Isaac Asimov
You must stay drunk on writing, so reality doesn’t destroy you. –Ray Bradbury
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