The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Flying down the mountain
On the back of a motorbike
Bump, bump, bump throbs my butt
Each thud sliding me further back in the seat
Until I slide into the metal grate
The tiny guard preventing me from flying off the edge
Blast from the Past:
My last chance to feel.
I am this great, unstable
Mess of blood and mud
Don’t drink the honey
Unless you want to attract
Some curious bears
Blast from the Past:
The higher you climb,
The more strongly the wind blows,
The harder to grip.
A day spent with friends
Talking about life in this
Strange place we call earth
Blast from the Past:
Sit by the fire
Contemplating cruelty
Man shows to others
Trees peak in and out
As the fog rolls off the hills
Opening up space
Blast from the Past:
Beyond the limits
Set by empty space lies a
New infinitude
Nothing’s happening.
The world spins on outside my walls
While I just stay home
Blast from the Past:
I show up every
Day, going through the motions.
Nothing seems to change
The little things you
Don’t notice often matter
The most to others
Blast from the Past:
Persuasive rebuke
A studied provocation
Influence lingered
Sleeping in after
Adventures throughout the countryside
A slow morning yawn
(I am feeling less literal in my syllable counts today.)
Blast from the Past:
Sleeping in, you learn
The extent to which the world
Spins on without you