The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Dolphins
Surfing on its waves
They come play
With this strange boat thing
(Today, I wrote a lune or “American Haiku“, which follows 5-3-5.)
Blast from the Past:
The waters rush forth
Towards where the dolphins leap,
And the moon beckons.
Looking for cozy?
Open for offers?
Ready for your next adventure?
Meet PearlLegendary
Kite for some beach fun
A rad base
Complete with cafe and beer garden
Sleep comfortablyNature spent the last 250 million years crafting her canvas
Don’t take our word for it
Warn others
(From this poem, I compiled clips from ads I saw.)
Blast from the Past:
The hustle is real
You will need experience
Ride for free after
Silence
Nothing to watch
No new thoughts, just silence
Stirs my mind awake to its
Worries
This is my attempt at a cinquain poem.
Blast from the Past:
Hell fire emanates
From within the recesses
Of my wounded soul
Show me your tears
And I will show you how I can cry with you.Show me your anger
And I will help you flip tables.Show me your joy
And I will show you how I can smile with youShow me your fear
And I will show you how I try to convince myself that I am secureSing me your song
And I will provide its darker melodyShow me your dance
And I will make you look even more elegant as I stumble along with youShow me your grief,
And I will ponder what was lost with youShow me your hopes and dreams,
And I will bask in their glory with youShow me your worries,
And I will tell you which ones scare me tooShow me your mind,
And I will run mental loops around you until we are both confusedShow me your love,
And I will counter it with my ownLean on me,
And I will show you how to lean on no one else ever again
Blast from the Past:
Would you still love me
If the sun dies out and our
Corpses are frozen?
Are we the flaw in
In the equation,
Or is the equation
The flaw in our minds?
Blast from the Past:
Life, the perennial
Aberration from the
Mathematical ideal
The ground caves beneath
Leaving us unable to tell
Where we had been
Might as well where to go now.
Our horizon has gone.
Blast from the Past:
Let your voice thunder
Out of the earth breaking up
The ground underneath
Hiking through the forest,
In search of a monkey.What’s that rustle in the bush?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a focused cat.What’s that swinging from the trees?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a scavenging crow.What’s that clamor?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s gushing water.What’s that brown figure in the bush?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s a rotting stump.Never did find any monkeys,
But in the search,
I discovered
A whole forest
Blast from the Past:
Great tree of the forest
Would stand unknown if it wasn’t
Named by cicadas
A gorgeous waterfall
A gorgeous hike
Hike through rainforest
Hike through rain
Rain will fall
Rain will end
End, please, end
End then go
Go while dry
Go, what’s next
Next comes fog
Next we drive
Drive our motorbike
Drive, mist blinds
Blind, can’t see
Blind on mountainroads
Roads turn everywhere
Roads, ascending falling
Falling temperature
Falling line-of-sight
Sights on lunch
Site to stop
Stop and wait
Stop and warm
Warmfront, rain gone
Warmed and ready
Ready to depart
Ready for home
Home, I’ll dry
Home, I’ll shower
Shower returns again
Shower but light
Light, that’s okay
Okay, keep going
Okay for now
Now, it worsens
Now, it’s pouring
Pouring down rain
Pouring onto highway
Highway floods up
Highway becomes stream
Stream, must drive through
Stream splashing water
Water not just
Water and hail
Hail on arms
Hail on face
Face this, must
Face, get home
Must get home
(This is a blitz poem about an adventure I trying to drive in Indonesia in a storm.)
Blast from the past:
Storms pass me over
Loudly erring displeasure
Just to dissipate
The Mall
Cold, sterilized air
Shops selling their combos of
Flavored sugar flour
What country even is this?
Does it make a difference?
Blast from the Past:
Markets, malls, online,
Peddling the same old stuff
Under the setting sun.
I
Let
I let you
I let you go once
I let you go before I knew
(This is a Fibonacci Poem.)
Blast from the Past:
As we moved closer,
Our rainbow disappeared from
Right in front of us.