2024 - The Cracked Door

10/27/24 Haiku for the Day

After you left,
I returned sleep in our bed
And it smelled like you

Blast from the past:

I know there must be
Different worlds, for yours can’t
Make sense within mine

We can’t see those past
Nor know all people to come;
Eternal present

Blast from the past:

To see the future
As if it were. What awful
Past will lead to this?

Stuck in the water
One wave after another
The wind hurls toward

Blast from the past:

Hope is like a life
Preserver: though it may bob
It never sinks down

Out of the ocean,
Rise sparkling buildings like a
Magnifying glass

Blast from the Past:

Stern buildings gazing down
On bare avenues
Through lifeless window panes

Climbing down from their
Pedestal: Looks less severe
In comparison

Blast from the past:

The route is much more
Important to me than the
End destination

Oysters in our beds
Holding tight to protect from
Knowledge’s fierce waves

Blast from the past:

Everything shrinks as
I delve closer to where the
Known and unknown meet

I am a deep gorge,
Basking sulkingly in the
Great sound of silence.

Blast from the past:

When the troll sleeps,
The crows would demand a toll
At the bridge crossing.