Remembrance
When you reach the end /
there’s a sign. Not an exit, /
but in remembrance.
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#remembrance #end #sign #noexit #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #january #friday #2022 #012122 #haiga
Tag Archives: sign
“The Old Man”
The Old Man
There was an old man who lived in a sign. /
His wife wouldn’t join him because she wouldn’t cosine. /
Now she lives adjacent to an empty hypotenuse. /
Her life a tangent somewhat on the loose.
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#010225 #2025 #old #man #wife #sign #cosine #tangent #hypotenuse #poem #poetry #humor #davidebooker #photo #january #thursday
Filed under 2025, photo, poem, poet, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker
“Sign”
Sign
Don’t stop at the sign. /
Travel on beyond the wires. /
Your horizon waits.
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#sign #travel #wires #horizon #beyond #poem #poetry #haiku #senryu #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #january #sunday #012223 #2023
“Remembrance”
Remembrance
When you reach the end /
there’s a sign. Not an exit, /
but in remembrance.
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#remembrance #end #sign #noexit #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #january #friday #2022 #012122
“Sign”
Sign
Don’t stop at the sign. /
Travel on beyond the wires. /
Your horizon waits.
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#sign #travel #wires #horizon #beyond #poem #poetry #haiku #senryu #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #january #sunday #012223 #2023
“The edge”
The edge
At the river’s edge /
Waters smooth my ragged soul. /
Rocks, though, on their own.
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#082518 #edge #waters #rocks #soul #river #sign #photo #poem #poem #haiku #davidebooker #knoxville #august #2018
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
The Demon Lemon
Filed under 2022, writing humor, writing tip, Writing Tip Wednesday
Photo finish Friday: “Remembrance”
Remembrance
When you reach the end /
there’s a sign. Not an exit, /
but in remembrance.
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#remembrance #end #sign #noexit #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #january #friday #2022 #012122
Haiku and photo: “Ditty”
Ditty
Oh, my Ditty do /
Unincorporated you /
Passing right on through.
Filed under 2018, haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker
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