Molten
Red, molten morning /
Umber clouds seethe in the sky /
Umbrage at the sun.
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Tag Archives: Monday
Haiku and photo: “Lonely”
Lonely
Lonely silhouette /
Life bare: fall tree, fallen leaves. /
Setting sun holds you.
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Haiku and photo: “Wind”
Wind
Like birds on a wire, /
Waiting for inspiration, /
My thoughts ache for wind.
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Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku and photo: “Morning fire”
Morning fire
Autumn’s morning fire, /
caught in the embers of leaves: /
smoldering, dying.
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Santa giving out Halloween candy
Santa giving out Halloween candy
Happy Ho-Ho-Holloween!
From October 31, 2013.
A pirate and Mario green
On Santa’s front porch can be seen.
Oh, the memories from nine years past
May they give a smile that will last.
As the years raise, sails on the mast,
Sailing us to other shores, too fast.
To hold a moment in our hands
Is hard because of where we stand.
We want to be still, a rock on land,
But that is often not how it’s planned.
So, remember now all things seen,
Smelled, felt, and comforting.
Knowing most will be only a sheen,
A glittering moment from which we have been.
Filed under 2021, Old North Knoxville, photo, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Monday morning writing joke: “Noted”
There once was an actor of note,
Who thought he was so good he could float.
Upon the stage he did try
To levitate way up high,
And soon he was smaller than a mote.
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer named Maxwell”
There once was writer named Maxwell, /
Who wrote only about things factual. /
Imagination, he said, /
Was overrated and dead. /
Then he was eaten by a Pterodactyl.
Haiku and photo: “O’ chair”
O’ chair
Autumn takes a seat. /
Wild pumpkin vine entwining. /
Time, air, rain, and you.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Tick-lish pun”
“They would pair us like that,” the tick grumbled as he ate his croissant.
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke, puns
Haiku and photo: “Windows”
Windows
Wind eye to window. /
Open, closed, and shaded. /
Port to portal peek.
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#wind #eye #window #port #portal #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #photo #september #monday #2021
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