The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
(My poem for today is a tanka.)
Bolting to the street
In such a rush I forget
To even decide
How I will get around or
Even where I am going
Blast from the Past:
Rapids rinse water
Free of color – too rushed to
Reflect its world back
When you look up,
Remember I am seeing
The same sun.
Blast from the Past:
The whole universe
There in the glint of your eye
The next moment gone
The rain subsided
Only for the overcast clouds
To linger above
Blast from the Past:
Why do deserts lose
The capacity to hold
The rain they do get?
As the years pass by,
And you look back at your life,
What would you exchange?
Blast from the Past:
I have a desire
That doesn’t fill my chest of years.
Waste of my self.
A New Year rolls by,
And I cannot remember
What to think of that
Blast from the Past:
I have everything
I’ve struggled for years, but
Why aren’t I happy?
To the man who pursues more—
Will tomorrow be worth your while?
Or just part of an endless pile?
Why should you go one more mile?
Blast from the Past:
I climb the mountain,
And now what?
There always seems to be
Another mountain to climb
I am a caged monkey
Trying all he can to swing
Amidst bigger bars
Blast from the Past:
The well-liked parrot
Ends up in a cage for all
To get to hang with
Caged by fantasy
It’s reality that gives
Humankind its wings.
Blast from the Past:
How to establish
Good boundaries with someone
Lost in fantasy
The heat of life
Can make even the most
Enjoyable day unbearable
Blast from the Past:
A fallen flower
Floating down a gushing stream –
What else is life’s dream?
I lie here in your cave
Your touch is all I crave
You forced me to be your slave
While you descend on my in another wave,
I must decide whether to make this place my grave.
Blast from the Past:
Timber and limber
Remember and dismember
Embers and members