The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
I woke up this morning to darkness
Where am I? What am I doing?
The world feels quiet, like an absent dream
What should I do now?
I sit up before realizing that I would rather go back to bed
To that bed where my rescinding dream invites me back
Where neither time nor light matter
Where I do not need a purpose to keep going
Blast from the Past:
The wave meets the beach.
Is it a beach without sand?
You’re dreaming again.
Hiked through one landscape
And then another landscape
So many landscapes
Blast from the Past:
The wild fire
Coursing through me sends me off
In all directions
If only I knew
Which path to follow
The waves crash against the shore
Waves of joy
Waves of anger
Waves of sadness
All push against the unmoving shore
Blast from the Past:
We sit here struck by
Waves of strange emotion as
We think together
(My piece for today is an aphorism, instead of a haiku.)
If you give a man a fish, he eats for a day. If you learn to swim, you can scare away the fish and tell him you can’t help him anymore.
Build a factory along the shore that pollutes the waters, and you can make him work for you to earn his good on your wages
Blast from the Past:
When someone’s freedom
Can be turned into profit,
Then the end is nigh.
I am about to leave for a camping trip from September 10th until October 28th during which I will not have consistent internet access. Thus, I will not post my daily haikus until around October 28th, 2025. I will still write them every day, but just won’t have the internet to post them during this time. So, when I get back, I hope to slowly post the ones I wrote during this trip after the fact.
Writing our kisses
Upon the cleft of the earth
Footprints in the sand
Blast from the Past:
We come together
When morning and evening
Embrace one ‘nother
He kneels for a nice long sob – soft licks smear his face
He turns his glum gaze outwards – his dog pants waiting
Tears breach the dam his eyes held – the dog strides his lap
He whimpers now aware that someone’s there to care
This is my first attempt at an imayo, a form of poetry made of 4 lines. Each is 12 syllables, split into a 7 syllable and 5 syllable section.
Blast from the Past:
Wake happy and cry
By the day’s end. Start doubting
And end satisfied.
Considering the
Strange world we live in, why choose
To stay in one place?
Blast from the Past:
When your heart’s afar,
It’s just gone to a new place
Where you should join too.