The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
My contradictions
Shall remain intact, yearning
For everything, beyond
This daily bread I hold
Context (if you’re interested):
This is a revamped version of the my poem from the day before. It expressed what I was going for better.
All stories will end
But don’t the let this scare you
Away from starting
What could be the best story
You could have for your life
Context (if you’re interested):
Based on “a prelude” in “You Are Here” by Dawn Lanuza
I’m a monument
Frozen in just one moment,
In your mind at least
Context (if you’re interested):
I was thinking about how our view of people can become static after we stop seeing them.
What passes for answers
When you sit in the forest?
The bird singing
The squirrel jumping
And the all-encompassing realization
That everything will be okay.
Context (if you’re interested):
Based on a poem called “What Passes for Answers” in a book by the same name
What day is today?
What does it even matter
To me anymore?
Context (if you’re interested):
What use is time when all of life feels the same after a while?
I live with all my
Contradictions, wanting more,
But enjoying bread
Context (if you’re interested):
It is based on a poem by David Ignatow and my ever-present grounded idealism.
In the world made of
Light and darkness, what really
Stands out is the pink.
Context (if you’re interested):
This poem just popped into my head as I was drifting off to sleep one night.
After all of these years,
It feels like you are still right
Here by my side
Context (if you’re interested):
This is based on the Chinese song, “Night in Ulaanbaatar”, a song about missing one’s love while traveling only to feel their shadow around them.
To a toddler,
Everything is a castle, a knight, or dragon
That they clasp with their hands,
These same hands that now
Type in this keyboard
Context (if you’re interested):
This one is about how our childhood curiosity often transitions into adulthood sense of responsible work. Never loose your creativity. Is what this narrator does on the computer less creative now then playing as a toddler? Work on the computer can be really creative or not. I left it ambiguous to think through what we do with our time as adults and how to foster a sense of play and creativity.
Sitting in the heat
Still sweating though the sun set
Waiting for the start
Context (if you’re interested):
The weather was simmering in August in Central China. Normally, I could look forward to the temperature and humidity dropping once the sunset. That evening, neither would.