I lost track of your
Bright golden star underneath
My clouds of ink.
Blast from the Past:
Love to hate? Or was
It hate to love? Given
Conflicting interests
12/17/24 Haiku for the Day
Author: ETHNODATA1
12/16/24 Haiku for the Day
The animals shout
In shock, wonder, and alarm
At the new sunrise
Blast from the past:
Racing to the sun
Tripping over beams of light
Casting long shadows
12/15/24 Haiku for the Day
This taste of fire is
Overwhelming, but there’s still
Saliva to scold
Blast from the past:
A line of barbed wire
Divides this world and the next:
A painful crossing
This image that you see above somehow encapsulates what I was trying to say with both haikus perfectly. To me, it shows the flourishes of tasting fire I write about in the first haiku and the barbed wire divide I discuss in the second one. You can find it here (https://unsplash.com/photos/an-abstract-painting-of-a-variety-of-colors-OJ2_Tl2TVG0)
12/14/24 Haiku for the Day
I am the star that
Explodes out into a
Supernova of love
Blast from the Past:
Rising and sitting
Each day, the sun engulfs us
In warm ways of love
12/13/24 Haiku for the Day
From the narrow mouth,
All the waterfall droplets
End in new places
Blast from the Past:
Falling snow atop
The mountain, an avalanche,
Or the sweeping wind?
12/12/24 Haiku for the Day
Depression is when
You can no longer share your
Meaning with others
Blast from the Past:
Seeing her own face
Reflected in the mirror,
The girl grimaces
My friend wrote this interesting follow-up haiku:
Seeing the true face
Grimacing, the reflection
Slunk away saddened.
12/11/24 Haiku for the Day
Personal impacts
Are fleeting wrinkles like a
Ripple in water
Blast from the Past:
Removal from drive
Comes with the removal of
Want and connection
12/10/24 Haiku for the Day
A hummingbird drinks
From a spring flower as the
Mountains crests behind
A Blast from the Past:
Ferns with leaves so large
I could wrap it around my
Hip like a garment,
From where do you get so much water?
12/9/24 Haiku for the Day
We are the jagged trees
Leafless, slithering from the wind
Who survive this wasteland
Blast from the Past:
The trees let go
Of their leaves and bear the cold
To now grow anew.
12/8/24 Haiku for the Day
On the boat charging
Onwards into that great darkness
From which only the crew knows where it leads
Blast from the past:
Unfathomed darkness
Sliding in, circling around
Where will this take me?