
Sunny when you leave
But within a few minutes
Large storm clouds appear
Blast from the Past:
The cool morning rain
Leaves the earth with the gift of
Quiet tranquility
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

Sunny when you leave
But within a few minutes
Large storm clouds appear
Blast from the Past:
The cool morning rain
Leaves the earth with the gift of
Quiet tranquility

Modes of inertia
Understand recent changes
Danger overtaking
Blast from the Past:
The pauses mix up
Life’s climactic transitions
Broken by stillness

My thoughts race as I
Try to focus on less than
Seven things at once
Blast from the Past:
In the twilight lies
An oasis of strange thoughts
Flowing through my mind

Contemplate, not think
Non-light that illumines dreams
Vast depths of a truth
Blast from the Past:
Climbing temple stairs,
Breaking here to contemplate
My mortality

You can never hope
When you think you have all that
You need in your life
Blast from the Past:
Climbing to then fall
Fossilized in poverty
Hoping for rebirth

An imagined past
A prologue of the future
Just makeshift maybes
Blast from the Past:
Nostalgia
Hiding your bias:
That was how it used to be.
Bogus history.

After a long week,
I can finally take a
Moment for myself
Blast from the Past:
The gentle cool breeze
And no new information
A relaxed mind

Your early thirties,
When young idealism becomes
Tired cynicism
Blast from the Past:
Your thirties: when your
Dreams become eclipsed by the
Constant daily slog

Make this place your own
Decorate your prison cell,
Shelf of empty jars
Blast from the Past:
Have we trapped ourselves
Inside unsatisfying
Narratives of gain?

It is better we die in our
Eras
With contentedness and
Resolve
With triumph for our brave new world, after
Nothing
Lies in our way than to see it all fall apart
Cursed to
Witness all we hold dear receive a
Slow death
This is the first time I wrote a waltmarie. It’s a 10 line poem where the even lines must be two syllables, and if you remove them form a poem all their own.
Blast from the Past:
After every
Apocalypse, you awake to
Just another day