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04/28/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

All life is a dream
Nostalgia’s impotence
Beauty all alone

Blast from the Past:

Reclusively you
The dream is different here
It’s a state of mind

Out from the world of
Mud, moss, and mush bursts forward
One excited dog

Blast from the Past:

Tail wagging, bouncing
A fury of excitement
But barking meanly

Movie-making is
All about the magic of
Clever illusions

Blast from the Past:

Stuck here as I race
At the speed of light in my
Imagination

The mountain beckons.
The clouds warn. A storm’s coming.
Best to know your path.

Blast from the Past:

Scaling the mountain
Rainy, slippery, wishing
Humans had four legs

Circling down down
The abyss descending down
The light guides the way

Blast from the Past:

Where does the river end?
The cavern of water from whence
Water gushes forth.

Its calm, slow waters
And meandering bank hide its
Secret personhood

(This one is about the Whanganui River.)

Blast from the Past:

Fumble through the fog.
Rivers go where the waters flood.
Vanish into dark.

To avoid thinking,
Not reflecting; for some that’s
What it means to live

Blast from the Past:

The fool entices,
“This is just the way things are.
Don’t overthink it.”

Beautiful rainbow,
I rush towards its beauty;
It just disappears.

Blast from the Past:

The waves surge forward
Just to rush back to the depths,
An eternal dance

Desire’s soggy crust
Manufacturing the real
Sorrows like closed rooms

Blast from the Past:

The only people I enjoy
Are the mad ones
Who desire everything all at once
And refuse to compromise

The intrepid wind
Decides to invite the storm
To your day of fun

Blast from the Past:

After the rains fall, the plants grow.

(An aphorism, not a poem this time)