
Water flower
White Iris petals /
Folded by the falling Spring /
Rise to catch the rain.
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Water flower
White Iris petals /
Folded by the falling Spring /
Rise to catch the rain.
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Breeze
Life for all its faults /
Hangs like a Spring water drop — /
Waits for a freeing breeze.
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Bridge
Feel the foot bridge sway. /
Swollen creek rushes your way. /
Your ears do not stray.
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Water bubbles
Upon the Spring petals /
New raindrops run and dangle, /
Nourishing old hopes.
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Filed under 2021, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

Frozen
Not so long ago, /
Nature’s life blood arrested. /
Locked in winter’s ice.
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A sip
Some cats sip at bowl.
Some cats are on hot tin roof.
Reflecting on thirst.
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As I sit out in the rain /
Pondering life all the same /
A pond appeared across the way /
Growing larger and larger throughout the day /
Until the time when night fell /
And I could not tell land from water very well. /
But as the sun rose, I will vouchsafe, /
It’s no fun being in a watery grave.
Filed under 2019, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
She came down to the bridge to end it all, to jump off into the cold March waters. To feel her weight and the weight of her burdens become weightless as the water lapped over her in one last shivering embrace. Then she saw that the bridge was closed. The pylons and arches were there, but the platform was gone. There was nowhere to jump from. She sighed. It was just another in all the wrong turns in her life, and like all the others, she would just have to learn to live with it.
Filed under Photo by author, Photo Finish Friday
Water falling down, /
stumbling over the moment, /
my heart lands in tears.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author