
I sit here thinking
Up the poem I will write
One word at a time
Blast from the Past:
I must write one of
These haikus. If only I had
Any inspiration.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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I sit here thinking
Up the poem I will write
One word at a time
Blast from the Past:
I must write one of
These haikus. If only I had
Any inspiration.

Oh waters of Babylon
Can your ever
Collect all my tears?
Blast from the Past:
Every tear wept
By the abused is a crown
Drawn to a new dawn

What are memories
But faint dreams that we rewrite
With each new visit
Blast from the Past:
Memories, like dreams,
Flee the mind, real then but absorbed
By our present life

It is not the fear
Of death I have, but the fear
Of never living…
Blast from the Past:
The only constant
More certain than death is our
Quest for more in life

A small blade of grass
Reveals in simplicity
The beauty of life
Blast from the Past:
The spider’s web:
Like all nature’s art:
Intricate and beautiful
Yet gone the next day

When I see a cliff, I see death. When a bird sees a cliff, it sees opportunity. (When a vulture sees me fumbling for a better view of the bird along the cliff, it sees lunch.)
Blast from the Past:
Fighting for its life,
The worm forces the bird to
Work for her breakfast.

What’s a roadtrip but
An endless excursion to
The next gas station
Blast from the Past:
New day
New drive
New trails
New hikes
Same feel

A twisting tree
Clasping through the wind
Towards the sun
Blast from the Past:
The persistent breeze
Finally finds its home in
The leaves of the tree

How can you tell
Oh wave whether your ripple
Will make its mark against the shore
Blast from the Past:
Drop in a puddle,
A rush of waves advancing
Towards nothingness

At the water’s edge
Where the animals come drink,
The crocodile waits.
Blast from the Past:
An anaconda hangs
On the chandelier above.
Proceed if you dare.