The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Watching laundry spin
Rolling up, only to fall
An endless cycle(Or at least for 30 minutes, but after that load is done, there always seems to be another load.)
Blast from the Past:
Pleasure comes and goes
Followed by melancholy,
An endless cycle
Hanging upside down
Teaching her baby how to
Do a belly roll
Blast from the Past:
Maybe the fish sing
Symphonies under the water
That we cannot hear
In this strange world,
What hope can we find beyond
What we bring with us?
Blast from the Past:
Hope is like a life
Preserver: though it may bob
It never sinks down
Their gateway to hell
Bland hallway to pastel rooms
Painted by slave’s blood
Blast from the Past:
All that is hidden
Is not always revealed, but
Is always present.
Chill under a tree
Sitting and cracking open
A nice coconut
(The sun bear I saw today had the right idea for how to spend a rainy day here in the Bornean rainforest.)
Blast from the Past:
Retreat from the noise
Of a cluttered world crammed in
A barrel of greed
Ants run about like
The flurry of activities
That amounted to
Not much that the one you loved
Would perform every day
Blast from the Past:
There is nothing
More fascinating than
Another person
A day of rest and
Maybe a nap if only
I could fall asleep
Blast from the Past:
Nothing like a song
With engaging lyrics to
Inspire a haiku.
The peaks emerge from
Their veil in the clouds as if
To say, “Peek-A-Boo!”
Blast from the Past:
For each mountain I climb
There is always another
Mountain behind it
There on the front line
In between the heartless system
And the humans it hurts
Blast from the Past:
Why do we let our
Human lives be confined by
Our inhuman worlds?
Our heart builds callouses
So that we can seem to keep going
As the world just takes and takes
Blast from the Past:
Layer by layer
Learning what led to our world
A bottomless well