
I thrive in the place
That you have called a wasteland,
Beyond your confines
Blast from the Past:
I hope you can stay strong
In your fake empire
Atop your fortress of loneliness
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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I thrive in the place
That you have called a wasteland,
Beyond your confines
Blast from the Past:
I hope you can stay strong
In your fake empire
Atop your fortress of loneliness
Hair stood up, chapped lips,
Foggy brain, drooped eyes, parched throat,
Itchy crotch, moist socks
Posthumous title: Several Days in InternationalĀ Airports
Blast from the Past:
Lines of bright roads on
The dark landscape, like the veins
Of their society
I am a haiku
In search of a meaning to
Attach myself to
Blast from the Past:
I tried including
So much into this haiku,
It had no meaning.
Your beacon of hope
Within rough waters gathers
The clouds become storms.
Blast from the Past:
The sun twirls the earth
Around like a mouse trapped by
A cat’s playful paw
Clouds of brief sadness
Come and go, sprinkling bouts of
Rain into my soul
Blast from the Past:
Perhaps in despair
Of the wilderness, I will
Craft a new idol.
Vast expanse of sand
Small clay lines of rise, huts from a
Once vibrant village
Blast from the Past:
Inequalities
With ancient roots, reproduced
In each new era
Paint your daisies
Full of your philosophy.
Let its wisdom sprout.
Blast from the Past:
Move beyond these chains
Choose their illusion no more
Yearning is your key
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
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
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)