The Hail Mary here /
Is neither pass nor prayer /
but hope for the creek.

The Hail Mary here /
Is neither pass nor prayer /
but hope for the creek.

Filed under 2018, Photo by Lauren Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
It is not a nut. /
It is a legume, you say. /
I say, It’s a truck.

Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, Photo by Beth Booker, poetry by author
A billion trillion /
stars and azalea petals /
scatter life, sky and earth.

Filed under 2018, photo by David E. Booker, poetry by author
Angry old man glowers /
scared boy folded tight inside /
Spring flower un-bloomed.

4-1-3-1-8 /
Triskaidekaphobia /
All my luck foretold.

Lottery tickets: /
hope for a summer future /
scratched away today.


My doctor’s closet /
is on a knee to show basis. /
No bones about it.
O’ sweet bumblebee /
You with my camera I see /
Do you think of me?

The colors of stars /
Constellations in bloom /
Heavens underfoot.

Life is not a race, /
said the no-kneed man, smiling. /
There is no leg up.

Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author