
Your rose
Your rose, dressed in rain, /
whispers down memory lane: /
wordless, its refrain.
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Your rose
Your rose, dressed in rain, /
whispers down memory lane: /
wordless, its refrain.
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Machine
Machine thrums onward, /
whispers its contrived results, /
even when you’re gone.
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#machine #results #whispers #thrums #absence #haiku #senryu #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #february #saturday #021222 #2022

Farewell
Clouds whisper farewell. /
Wisps of winter white trail and /
breach the lonely high. .
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Seeds
Autumn seeds descend. /
Winter’s cold underworld. /
Spring’s ghost whispers hope.
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Arrival
Busy are the bees: /
arriving, leaving, buzzing, /
feeding. Fall whispers.
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The sky
The clouds above me /
Form around a dust whisper /
Cry into the night.
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Outside
Outside the window /
Monsters of winter still cling. /
Dry leaves whispering.
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Filed under 2021, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

I whispered bye to you today. /
Cancer overflowing in you /
Aggressive as the tears from my eyes. /
There was nothing good in the parting /
Except the end of your pain.
Without your whisper /
my ear hears only stale words. /
Summer tastes empty.
[Editor’s note: This is a variation on the Haiku posted last Thursday, entitled “Silence.”]
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author