2026 - The Cracked Door

07/05/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

Whoever eats lasts
Seems to always end up stuck
With all the dishes

Blast from the past:

Anticipation,
To the possibilities
You are in my mind

Falling in love is easy
Is there anyone really worth
Staying in love for

Blast from the past:

You can’t buy my love
But you could try a little
Wouldn’t mind the attempt.

If our world were flat,
Sorrow has a beginning
And must have an end.

If the world were round,
Our joy would keep circling,
Equally for all

(Today I am publishing two haikus.)

The cliff faces shine
Against the waters of the
Rice paddies below

Blast from the Past:

The shooting star glides,
The last piece of the jigsaw
Filling in the sky

Trying hard does not
Guarantee success, but it
Does make failure worse

Blast from the past:

Some call it half full.
Others, half empty. For me,
It is the wrong cup.

Life is a song played
Slow and beautiful as it
Fades into silence.

Blast from the past:

Some days I listen
To the wind. The sound that will
Outlive human life.

I walk out the door
From the place that been my home
For the last few days.

Blast from the past:

Dignity, passion,
Autonomy are never
Worth a mere paycheck

I fell in love once,
But I could not stay in love
With who you became

Blast from the past:

Walking in mistakes
Building and then rebuilding
It’s time to call it

Intellectual veneer,
Underlying obsessions
Multiple constructs

Blast from the past:

Static management
“Meritocrat” politics
Nothing you can do