The black swan
Curled up like a snake
Over her nest
Blast from the Past:
Regular insects
Transforming at night into
Dazzling fireflies
09/29/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Author: ETHNODATA1
09/28/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
My eyes awake, and
My mind learns that no recent
Thought made any sense
Blast from the Past:
To sleep and then to dream
Venture beyond the world of
Possibilities
09/27/25 A New Poem for a New Day
I
Hide
To
Not
Fly
So
High
I’d
Die
Blast from the Past:
Painting bedridden,
Flying through a mirror,
Flowers on her corset
(An ode to Frida Kahlo)
09/26/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Stuck in the desert
All I have left to do is
Kneel down on the ground
And accept the bitterness
Of eating my own heart
(Based on Stephen Crane’s “In the Desert”)
Blast from the Past:
Can there be a song
That gathers rain upon this
Neglected desert?
09/25/25 A New Paradelle for a New Day
It was great meeting you there and learning about your life
It was great meeting you there and learning about your life
We formed a connection before we left
We formed a connection before we left
We left our connection there
We left our connection thereWhy can’t we text or speak again? You and me
Why can’t we text or speak again? You and me
We got phones forever in our back pocket
We got phones forever in our back pocket
But you never got back to me
But you never got back to meTo me, we never left
To me, we never left
Our connection there
Our connection there
On the sands of time
On the sands of time
This is my attempt at a paradelle. I found it surprisingly hard to write.
Blast from the Past:
Visit you while home
Talk as if nothing changed
Back to our new lives
09/24/25 A New Poem for a New Day
I walked along the street
Its quiet moments stolen by the loud crowds
Flocking to and fro
Eager men and women
In traffic’s constant flow
As I decide which I should go
Blast from the Past:
Walking down the street,
Envisioning a haiku
Eek! That was a car.
09/23/25 A New Tanka for a New Day
The tragedy is
Not that the world is broken.
The tragedy is
That it seems to be working
Just fine as it is
Blast from the Past:
Which is worse?
Lamenting the end of empire
Or knowing it’s very alive and well
09/22/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
A sure way to
Never hate someone again
Is to see them die
Blast from the Past:
Disorder will leave
A lasting mark on some lives.
Remove what you hate.
09/21/25 A New Somonka for a New Day
You left me behind
I was always by your side
But you walked away
Now there’s no one to lean on
As I pick up the piecesI was there for you
Each time that you needed me
But it was too much
I couldn’t keep going like that
I just needed it to end
This is my attempt at a Somonka, a Japanese style that is two tanka poems back to back. Often it is two love letters, but here they express their “love” through the pain of a breakup.
This was my original version, but later in the day, I rewrote the second stanza to the one above:
You left me behind
I was always by your side
But you walked away
Now there’s no one to lean on
As I pick up the piecesWe wouldn’t have lasted
We were just sinking slowly
Grasping each other
I had to end it before
Either of us got too hurt
09/20/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
The rushing river
Brings the constant churn of rain
Back to the ocean
Blast from the Past:
Climbing a mountain
Water trickles to its source,
Going back in time