It stood before me
In its vastness, signifying
All sound and silence
Blast from the Past:
I sit beneath the clouds
A peculiar silence is born from each
Breathing in the wind
05/25/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Year: 2025
05/24/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Roses are red.
Hip hip hooray.
I started this poem
Before I know what I’d say.
Another version:
This rose is red,
But you should bend it,
Cause I started this poem
Unsure how to end it.
05/23/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
To the ripe, fat geese,
The goose who decides to fly
Must look damned scary
Blast from the Past:
The caged bird breaks free,
Only to soar directly
Into the window
05/22/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
We are but a brief
Slumber in our default state
Of enduring death
Blast from the Past:
What is life
But a slow death,
Executing existence
05/21/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Traveling
More and more to see
Until they all whittle down
Into exhaustion
Blast from the Past:
We like to think of
Our scenery as unique
Until we travel
05/20/25 A New Nonet for a New Day
Road winding along the mountain’s edge
Peaks crest on both sides as they fall
Slowly into the ocean
Sun setting behind
All fall into
The same line
My eyes
Do
Today I wrote a nonet. The first line is 9 syllables; the next one’s 8, all the day down to 1.
Blast from the Past:
Each morning we gaze
At the same sun
05/19/25 A New American Haiku for A New Day
Dolphins
Surfing on its waves
They come play
With this strange boat thing
(Today, I wrote a lune or “American Haiku“, which follows 5-3-5.)
Blast from the Past:
The waters rush forth
Towards where the dolphins leap,
And the moon beckons.