Dawn paints a pale blue. /
Clouds look like flat, black atolls. /
Sky is sea above.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Dawn, clouds, sky”
Dawn paints a pale blue. /
Clouds look like flat, black atolls. /
Sky is sea above.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday: “Evening at Cades Cove”
Sunset in Cades Cove, Smoky Mountains National Park on September 19, 2015.
Gray clouds smoke the sky. /
Fiery orange exalts the horizon. /
Earth imbibes shadows.
Filed under 2015, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “All that is…”
All that is absurd /
falls. All that is not descends /
gracefully to rest.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Answer”
After the answer /
came the question no one asked: /
are answers enough?
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Highway”
Highway traffic churns: /
R-P-Ms, heat, wheel, anger. /
Asphalt is man’s hell.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Town”
Tiny Texas town /
clutching its two-lane necklace, /
and tattered church clothes.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Mingle”
There once was a woman from Paris /
Who fell in love with an American named Harris. /
Their love life was bilingual /
But their sports lives wouldn’t mingle: /
For each, football broke up their wedded bliss.
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Two cows are standing next to each other in a field. Minnie says to Moo, “I was artificially inseminated this morning.”
“I don’t believe you,” says Moo.
“It’s true, no bull!” exclaims Minnie.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Unbound”
Mysteries deepened. /
New Horizons opened minds, /
unbound Pluto.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Random act of poetry: “The ramparts”
I stand on the ramparts of tautology
Forever eschewing any hint of scatology.
But don’t ask me this fine day
To bind my obfuscations away.
For where o’ where would I be
If I could not in confidence convolute thee?
Oh, where o’ where, pray tell
Would my alliterations have place to dwell?
I am but a humble servant of words
Trundling through this world of the absurd.
A land of regret full of monsters who fete
On a mind that will now be quite quiet.
Filed under 2015, poetry by author, Random acts of poetry
Haiku to you Thursday: “Disconsolate sun”
The day sky fills with /
stormy wonder obscuring /
disconsolate sun.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
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