
How come humans can’t
Enjoy what we have without
Suffering for it
Blast from the Past:
Very few people
If they knew the harm they’d cause
Would still go do it
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

How come humans can’t
Enjoy what we have without
Suffering for it
Blast from the Past:
Very few people
If they knew the harm they’d cause
Would still go do it

My brain is pounding.
My limbs throb everywhere.
I can barely move.
(I’ve been sick for the last few days, in case you were wondering while I wasn’t able to post haikus for a few days. I wrote the haikus each day but was just unable to come online and post them. You should see them posted over the next few days.)
Blast from the Past:
The snot in my nose
Will there be a limit to
How much I blow out

Writing a poem
While whizzing by on the back
Of a motorbike
Blast from the Past:
The world must slow down,
Or be less intriguing that
I can fly through it.

Get off while you can.
You were never that good at
Riding high horses.
Blast from the Past:
I know too much to not know that I know too little about your situation to judge it.
(An aphorism)

Tears, smears, fists, and gists
I work and hurt, shrug and hug,
Reeling and healing
Blast from the Past:
Words words words words words
Words words words words words words words
Words words words words hug

Too much excitement
Late at night and now I can’t
Drift back into sleep
Blast from the Past:
Lying in bed
Trying to count my way to
Infinity…

Sleepy morning when
I can finally relax
After so much fun
Blast from the Past:
As I return home,
There is nothing for me, yet
There is everything

There at the water
That all animals must drink,
The crocodile waits
Blast from the Past:
The frog leaps forward,
The first to charge forth and get
Splattered by a car

A night of bad sleep,
Then a day of much driving
What else till I can rest?
Blast from the Past:
Another day gone.
Unconsciousness welcomes me
Just for a while.

Sitting in the sun
A cool breeze blowing as we eat
Oysters in the bay
Blast from the Past:
Oh how we help catch
Each other’s breath on the days
We rush everywhere