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07/17/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

The cat left its perch
To stare anxiously
At the coming storm

Blast from the Past:

Where is the thunder,
Prophet of the flood storming
What we hold sacred?

Gunk now fills both eyes
My throbbing throat can’t swallow
Puss ooze from my scabs

I’m sick today.

Blast from the Past:

Not only are we
On the same boat, but we’re all
Seasick together.

Go live your happy
Tedium of the future
Days and days go by

Blast from the Past:

Color of boredom
I am afraid of silence
Chilling novelty

When you tell the truth,
Why does it so often seem
To sound like a lie?

Blast from the Past:

We breathed white lies to
The blue sky but could not melt
The summer black ice.

You can never hope
When you think you have all that
You need in your life

Blast from the Past:

Climbing to then fall
Fossilized in poverty
Hoping for rebirth

My running mouth seems
To provide me enough rope
To hang myself with.

Blast from the Past:

Growing within me,
Struggling to become heard,
This feeling I have yearns

The dogs
From across the street
Bark at
Whatever is going on
Out there

My poem for today is a gogyohka.

Blast from the Past:

He stood observing
Never taking a risk as
His moments passed by

To the ripe, fat geese,
The goose who decides to fly
Must look damned scary

Blast from the Past:

The caged bird breaks free,
Only to soar directly
Into the window

Even tiny stones
Help alter the river’s course
Each one plays its part

Blast from the Past:

When you yield yourself
To the flood rushing forward,
You float upon it

I based on this second haiku on this poem.

Life is growth, so if
We’re not growing together,
We’re growing apart

Blast from the Past:

Grow what is working,
And then improve what is not.
Iterative process.