Front yard follies
On a sunny day /
The hackberry branch breaks away. /
Nature splits the way.
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Broken
Broken tree shades /
broken lives laid in graves, their /
names in stone and wind.
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Filed under 2021, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
All is calm, all is bright. /
Tree is up and full of light. /
Blinded my neighbor across the street. /
His retinas are fried like old, dried meat. /
Santa, come and visit me soon. /
This tree’s so bright, it’s an envy of the moon. /
I’ve been good, the best I’ve been yet. /
I only have one or two things I regret. /
The body in the basement, well that doesn’t count. /
She ticked me off with her bouncy flounce. /
And that man in the meat locker, he was frigid to me. /
Said I had COVID. Now how can that be? /
No, Santa, I have been very very good. /
My tree is bright. My wants be as they should. /
All is calm, all is bright /
Unless you pass me by on this special night.
Filed under 2020, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker
The road less taken /
Rattles like a bare spring tree /
Only lonelier.
Moon tree
Filed under 2017, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Dark forest, empty trees /
Fog clamber over brown hills. /
Fall evening lives on.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Give me all your love /
Leave your hate by the tall tree /
The leaves will shape it.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
The wind in the trees /
whistles the songs of near spring /
vibrating the buds
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Give me all you love. /
Leave your hate beneath the tall tree. /
The leaves will shape it.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
There once was a tree in my yard
that came down in a wind rather hard.
I sawed on it yesterday;
it’s still there today.
It’s tougher than a month old canard.
The hackberry where it split and most of it bowed to the ground to the applause of thunder and wind and rain.
Filed under limerick, poetry by author, Workshop weekend
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