Those who saw you fall /
might never have known you /
then they saw your tears.

Those who saw you fall /
might never have known you /
then they saw your tears.

Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Who am I? you ask. /
Some days, logic says a geek. /
Other days are blurred.

Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Water resistant, /
creek find, Herman boot rescued. /
Spring planter reuse.

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
Angry old man glowers /
scared boy folded tight inside /
Spring flower un-bloomed.

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

O’ sweet bumblebee /
You with my camera I see /
Do you think of me?

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
Birthday cake, candles, /
ice cream, and time sliced into /
wishes and treasures.

Filed under 2018, photo by David E. Booker, poetry by author