Clouds arch
White clouds arch upward, /
brushing the lips of heaven. /
Pleasantries exchanged.
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Photo finish Friday: “Clouds arch”
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“Bowls of clouds”
Bowl of clouds
The bowl of the sky, /
Nourishing heaven and earth, /
Overflows with clouds.
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Haiku and photo: “Bowl of clouds”
Bowl of clouds
The bowl of the sky, /
Nourishing heaven and earth, /
Overflows with clouds.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #friday #2020 #photooftheday #bowl #sky #heaven #clouds #oldnorthknoxville #tennessee #knoxville #davidebooker
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Haiku and illustration: “Double Parked”
Double parked
Into the heavens /
Word sprang forth from the earth: /
“You are double parked.”
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Monday morning writing joke: “Heaven can wait”
A dog, a doctor, and writer arrive outside heaven. The dog is let in because of its companionship. The doctor is let in because of her work saving lives. The writer is sent to purgatory to do another draft.
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Colors”
The colors of stars /
Constellations in bloom /
Heavens underfoot.
Shrill tears
Guns clatter the ground. /
Clouds bulging with thoughts and prayers. /
Shrill tears from heaven.
Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author, Uncategorized
Haiku to you Thursday: “Heavens are home”
The heavens are home /
to night’s turns of phrase and stars: /
love, mass, and light squared.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Sunday”
If my lover were /
Sunday, passion’s radiance /
would subsume heaven.
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Monday (morning) writing joke: “Turn of events”
A writer died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell.
She decided to check out each place first. As the writer descended into the fiery pits, she saw row upon row of writers chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they were repeatedly whipped with thorny lashes.
“Oh my,” said the writer. “Let me see heaven now.”
A few moments later, as she ascended into heaven, she saw rows of writers, chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they, too, were whipped with thorny lashes.
“Wait a minute,” said the writer. “This is just as bad as hell!”
“Oh no, it’s not,” replied an unseen voice. “Here, your work gets published.”
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