Category: Daily Haiku

Our entire day
Channeled through the pulsations
Of the clicking clock

Blast from the Past:

Release your desires,
A drop in the bucket of
Human endeavor

The waterfall’s top
With its torrents of water
Still teems with turtles

Blast from the past:

The lone seagull fades
Into the vast thundercloud’s 
Forceful harmony

Life’s just one more day
Then another “one more day”
After another

Blast from the Past:

Ties and collared shirts
Washed onto the shore in the tide,
In and out each day

To watch universes
Like a child looks upon ants
Scurrying about

Blast from the past:

The dawn unfolding,
The sky wears a new garment,
Splendid summer dress

On top of the hill
Stands a single barren tree
Beckoning forth life

Blast from the Past:

I buried my hope
At the edge of the wasteland:
Seeds for my return

Scurrying, hopping
A flash of snivels and squeaks
Foraging coati

Blast from the past:

Cats play on the street;
When they see me coming, are
Scared, scattering deer.

My poem for today is a longer poem, not a haiku like normal. I hope you enjoy, though.

To the courage of resilience.
To the courage of persevering through.

Sometimes, you must confront the demons in front of you,
Journey into your Mordor,
Tell your Pharaohs that you and your people are free
And that he shall not stand in your way.

Too often, others remain content in their half-shires,
Laying the bricks they are told to,
Afraid that venturing out of their shire will only disrupt the little stasis they have.
If only they appease their demons, maybe it won’t be so bad.

But it takes true courage to refuse to settle for stasis
And to say, “Enough is enough.”
To reject cheap resolutions, cheap contentment, cheap “it-will-all-be-okays”.
To pursue true vitality,
Even if it requires risky climbs,
Dragging your Gollum along every step of the way,
And like a doctor, having the courage to rebreak the broken bones
That others rush into for a forced equilibrium
To ensure it can heal properly

Blast from the past:

The “immortal” life:
Histories of the future:
Bloodily crashing

Our love was without
Limits, just as limitless
As was our carnage

Blast from the Past:

I wanted to be
An astronaut, but instead
I became a teen.

Just dance all that rain
There is not a shape for you
Your future awaits

Blast from the Past:

Established approach?
My only coherence lies
In improvisation

Possibility
Inevitability
Culpability

Blast from the past:

Concrete impressions
Fade into utter darkness
That I walk into