Your cry never ends!
Even the blades of grass will
Remember your sound
Blast from the Past:
Every piled up
Tomorrow will become an
Empty yesterday.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Your cry never ends!
Even the blades of grass will
Remember your sound
Blast from the Past:
Every piled up
Tomorrow will become an
Empty yesterday.
Oh, do you really
Understand the sound of spring
Rain on the soft brook?
Blast from the Past:
Why continue a
School of thought? Craft your style. Don’t
Rest beneath their hedge.
The chapter ended
With no summons, no climax,
No theme, no punchline.
Blast from the past:
A lot of racket
From a small frog jumping
Into a puddle
This peak I just climbed
Seemed way out of reach until
The very last step
Blast from the past:
Be the change you want,
Or simply change the nature
Of being itself
Not all who wander
Are lost, but some wanderers
Decide to stay put.
Blast from the past:
Should I work to fix
My pigeon-toed walk to God?
I’m best on my knees
Why do I want wings?
Pangs inside like pokes of bones
From that which I crave.
Blast from the past:
At what point do you
Discover the name you were
Meant to give yourself?
I crawl back into
That space of
Unfamiliarity.
Blast from the past:
Earth, how big you are,
And how small we humans are
In comparison?
Pathways of power
The world lit only by fire
Strength in what remains
Blast from the Past:
She loved reading books
To candlelight that with age,
Her eyes strain to read.
I wrote today’s poem in the programming language called Python.
for each_new_day in life():
if only():
print(“Always happy”)
Blast from the Past:
The art of “freedom”:
Postindustrial promise
Servicing the self
To ignore is to
Destroy. Deconstruction’s the
Only way to preserve
Blast from the Past:
Passion is a fierce,
Enlivening sadness which
I’ll never deny