Category: Daily Haiku

Sit in a meeting
Solving random math problems:
The puzzle instinct

Blast from the Past:

Stuck here in a meeting
Only my dreams will wonder
These vivacious streets

Playing melodies
In the pattern of shadows
Against the white wall

Blast from the Past:

The wind must be a
Musician, and the trees her
Instruments.

Destroying the grand
Majesty of the blank page
With a squiggly line

Blast from the Past:

Filled with mysteries
Counted, compressed, and punctured
What is a haiku?

So many parts of the world
Assembled
To absorb sweat on my back:

The travels of my t-shirt

Blast from the Past:

Austere ties, vibrant
Music, and yet it is still
A church of hunger

I’d still haggle for
The price of an umbrella
After the rain stopped.

Blast from the Past:

Once you burn the wood,
The fire goes right out, so with
Cheating on others

I want to travel
To the land where the fireflies
Are eating rhinos.

Blast from the Past:

I have my dreams here,
If only I could force myself
To believe in them

There where the world ends,
Even there stands the promise
Of a great rainbow

Blast from the Past:

Journeying to the
Eight corners of the cosmos,
The butterfly flies

Our species stand tall
Among nature with grand lives
That end in our deaths.

Blast from the Past:

We laughed together
As we thought about what will
Happen after death

What do you do when
Who you are changes like the
Ship of Theseus

Blast from the Past:

They said to aim high
The top of the wall’s facade,
To Humpty Dumpty

Stare far enough out
Into the vast expanse and you
Can see the lone tree

Blast from the past:

The lone bat flying
Along its own wind current:
Accident or choice?