
Fake
Fake flag on a branch, /
plastic bag snaps in the wind. /
Faux pas forever.
.
.
#fake #faux #plastic #bag #wind #branch #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #haiga #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #february #thursday #021524 #2024

Fake
Fake flag on a branch, /
plastic bag snaps in the wind. /
Faux pas forever.
.
.
#fake #faux #plastic #bag #wind #branch #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #haiga #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #february #thursday #021524 #2024

Hanging the Moon
Let us hang the Moon /
Tonight and forever: /
You, me, Sun, and Love.
.
.
#haiku #poem #poetry #poet #photo #writer #writing #february #moon #love #sun #tonight #hangthemoon #davidebooker #you #me #021919

Fat cells
Fat cells live on /
Like the lyrics of a song /
Stuck in your ear. /
One from which you can’t get clear./
Fat cells live forever /
In fair or stormy weather, /
Regardless of if or whether /
You’d pack them away like winter sweaters. /
Fat cells never die, /
Nor really ever fry. /
Sweat them you may try, /
Butt they remain on hips and thighs. /
Fat cells are gleeful /
Thick and sticky as treacle. /
They can even be deceitful /
And they never say goodbye.
Filed under 2021, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
I touch your lips and /
unravel a moment of /
forever for us.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author