Oh waters of Babylon
Can your ever
Collect all my tears?
Blast from the Past:
Every tear wept
By the abused is a crown
Drawn to a new dawn
10/12/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Year: 2025
10/11/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Dinner exploding
In my gut
I wake
Cramping
Blast from the Past:
I think I am now
Ready for sleep to find me
Finally
10/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
What are memories
But faint dreams that we rewrite
With each new visit
Blast from the Past:
Memories, like dreams,
Flee the mind, real then but absorbed
By our present life
10/09/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
It is not the fear
Of death I have, but the fear
Of never living…
Blast from the Past:
The only constant
More certain than death is our
Quest for more in life
10/08/25 A New Poem for a New Day
New poem
In my ever building quest
To write something down
Blast from the Past:
Some days, your haiku’s
Utterly brilliant, but on
Others, it’s like this.
10/07/25 A New Poem for a New Day
A small blade of grass
Reveals in simplicity
The beauty of life
Blast from the Past:
The spider’s web:
Like all nature’s art:
Intricate and beautiful
Yet gone the next day
10/06/25 A New Aphorism for a New Day
When I see a cliff, I see death. When a bird sees a cliff, it sees opportunity. (When a vulture sees me fumbling for a better view of the bird along the cliff, it sees lunch.)
Blast from the Past:
Fighting for its life,
The worm forces the bird to
Work for her breakfast.