An imagined past
A prologue of the future
Just makeshift maybes
Blast from the Past:
Nostalgia
Hiding your bias:
That was how it used to be.
Bogus history.
06/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Year: 2025
06/14/25 A New Haiku for A New Day
After a long week,
I can finally take a
Moment for myself
Blast from the Past:
The gentle cool breeze
And no new information
A relaxed mind
06/13/25 A New Haiku for A New Day
Your early thirties,
When young idealism becomes
Tired cynicism
Blast from the Past:
Your thirties: when your
Dreams become eclipsed by the
Constant daily slog
06/12/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Make this place your own
Decorate your prison cell,
Shelf of empty jars
Blast from the Past:
Have we trapped ourselves
Inside unsatisfying
Narratives of gain?
06/11/25 A New Waltmarie for a New Day
It is better we die in our
Eras
With contentedness and
Resolve
With triumph for our brave new world, after
Nothing
Lies in our way than to see it all fall apart
Cursed to
Witness all we hold dear receive a
Slow death
This is the first time I wrote a waltmarie. It’s a 10 line poem where the even lines must be two syllables, and if you remove them form a poem all their own.
Blast from the Past:
After every
Apocalypse, you awake to
Just another day
06/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
My running mouth seems
To provide me enough rope
To hang myself with.
Blast from the Past:
Growing within me,
Struggling to become heard,
This feeling I have yearns