2024 - The Cracked Door

12/22/24 Haiku for the Day

I am a haiku
In search of a meaning to
Attach myself to

Blast from the Past:

I tried including
So much into this haiku,
It had no meaning.

Your beacon of hope
Within rough waters gathers
The clouds become storms.

Blast from the Past:

The sun twirls the earth
Around like a mouse trapped by
A cat’s playful paw

Clouds of brief sadness
Come and go, sprinkling bouts of
Rain into my soul

Blast from the Past:

Perhaps in despair
Of the wilderness, I will
Craft a new idol.

Vast expanse of sand
Small clay lines of rise, huts from a
Once vibrant village

Blast from the Past:

Inequalities
With ancient roots, reproduced
In each new era

Paint your daisies
Full of your philosophy.
Let its wisdom sprout.

Blast from the Past:

Move beyond these chains
Choose their illusion no more
Yearning is your key

I lost track of your
Bright golden star underneath
My clouds of ink.

Blast from the Past:

Love to hate? Or was
It hate to love? Given
Conflicting interests

The animals shout
In shock, wonder, and alarm
At the new sunrise

Blast from the past:

Racing to the sun
Tripping over beams of light
Casting long shadows