The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
The Mall
Cold, sterilized air
Shops selling their combos of
Flavored sugar flour
What country even is this?
Does it make a difference?
Blast from the Past:
Markets, malls, online,
Peddling the same old stuff
Under the setting sun.
Exhausted I think
About all my conflicted
Emotions
Blast from the past:
Continue to grow
Always, whether you do that
With or without me
Race of suitcases
Flurry of sandals and heels
Leaving the subway
Blast from the Past:
Sitting on the subway,
Buried in the exhausting
World of franchises
Oh, spring renewal
A time to fix old mistakes
By making new ones
Blast from the Past:
A spring sky so clear
That you feel you are seeing
Into tomorrow.
I
Let
I let you
I let you go once
I let you go before I knew
(This is a Fibonacci Poem.)
Blast from the Past:
As we moved closer,
Our rainbow disappeared from
Right in front of us.
Another moment
When my thoughts are racing and
I’m hoping for sleep
Blast from the Past:
Revel in darkness.
Woke up afraid of my shadow.
Sleep off my demons.
Here on the toilet
Trying to write a haiku
Soon I will be done
Blast from the Past:
Think up a haiku
Showering, but it’s gone when
Done. Oh greatness lost.