
Sunset
Spring holds hope within, /
waits on the windy sunset /
to sweep out winter.
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Sunset
Spring holds hope within, /
waits on the windy sunset /
to sweep out winter.
.
.
#sunset #winter #spring #poem #haiku #poetry #hope #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #march #saturday #031922 #2022

Scars
Scars across the sky. /
December’s tattered sunset. /
Winter’s blood whispers.
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Sunset from space as seen aboard the International Space Station
Filed under 2021, photo, Photo Finish Friday
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
by David E. Booker
I stop on a bridge to admire
the ragged setting sun.
Clouded by days of rain
and a night of snow,
like me, it was
recovering.
A car passes and
college voices taunt me:
“Jump!”
Then a pickup truck
and an old, lone voice:
“Jump, motherfucker!”
and a cigarette butt
bounces off my shoulder.
What touches the body
touches the mind
and what touches the mind
touches the world.
I was ill and then I saw illness.
Some days I say, “Stop the madness.”
Then I realize I am the madness…
…of one glorious sunset
and a thousand broken souls:
admirer of one,
curse of the other,
and my heart is often
not large enough
for either one.
Filed under poetry by author