The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
The end of the earth
Inability to do
Are you happy now
(I lost internet for a few days, so I was not able to post the poem I wrote that day until several days later.)
Blast from the Past:
The road is bumpy
But the hardship is worth it
The happy ending
The alarm clock blasts
Just as I finally start
Into a nice dream
Blast from the Past:
You’re startled awake
From a dream but have no clue
What happened or why
Hiking through the forest,
In search of a monkey.What’s that rustle in the bush?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a focused cat.What’s that swinging from the trees?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a scavenging crow.What’s that clamor?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s gushing water.What’s that brown figure in the bush?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s a rotting stump.Never did find any monkeys,
But in the search,
I discovered
A whole forest
Blast from the Past:
The trees are gorgeous,
If only I look up and
Engage with the world
The massive wave bows
Letting me catch a glimpse of
The island behind
Blast from the Past:
Gently lapping waves,
Soothing swooshes and crashes
The ocean’s heartbeat
Musical complaints
Becoming realities
A divine regret
Blast from the Past:
Standing in line
At life’s theater waiting for
Waiting for Godot
The sun imprints streams of red
Across the dark sky
‘Fore making clouds give way
For its grand entrance
This one is my first attempt at a kouta (a 7575 syllable style of poem).
Blast from the Past:
The bright, sunny day
And the tempestuous storm
Both drown out the moon
Dark night of itself
Terrifying silence
Nobody likes me
Blast from the Past:
Make peace with darkness
Cold and broken call of love
Embrace the stillness
Loud machine
Slowly turns
Its cornerGusts of wind
Push into
Your bodyIt stays there
Unaware
Of its blast
(This one is about standing next to one of the really big planes as it turns the corner to take off. It’s also a tricube poem.)
Blast from the Past:
You have no control
Over the great machine that is
Civilization
The feelings that hurt
To act that’s the true wisdom
Shipwreck of my soul
Blast from the Past:
Unsure what to feel
Facing another day where
Everything’s in flux.
Climbing the
Rock where the dead leave
For their world
The tide slows
Forming a narrow passage
Back and forth between
This one is a shadorma, a 6-line Spanish poem of with a syllable of 3/5/3/3/7/5.
Blast from the Past:
The lake sits calmly
Like the lips of the dead girl
Floating underneath