
The youth who tried to
Snatch the moon plummeted with
A star in her grasp
Blast from the past:
Inspiration waits
It never seems to find me
So I guess I’ll wait
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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The youth who tried to
Snatch the moon plummeted with
A star in her grasp
Blast from the past:
Inspiration waits
It never seems to find me
So I guess I’ll wait

No one cares about
Patching up ruined lives when
They are wandering.
Blast from the past:
Life remains easy
For the person who lives with
No sense of shame

We can control it,
At least enough to profit.
Release the kraken!
Blast from the past:
The crowd flocks to the
Marketplace to buy what sells.
Who is feeding who?

Blessings and curses
Fade away. All you have left
Is you resilience
Blast from the past:
The possible does
Not concern me. Let it bring
Joy or pain

Climbing up and up
Just to have to go back down
The wave of living
Blast from the past:
I invite the wind
Because in it I know I’ll
Find actual life

After finally
Catching you here in my trap,
Why do I feel bad?
Blast from the past:
Your own destruction
Is the result of trying
To defeat others

The god that can be
Pointed at is an idol.
Newly-forged horror
Blast from the past:
Faith without doubt is
A dangerous zombie or
A vapid facade

The indelible
Agency within their stories,
Found in translation
Blast from the past:
Magical realism:
When your story becomes a
Fawn and flies away

Looking down the edge
For a foothold that won’t slide
As the world spins round
Blast from the past:
Don’t climb those distant
Mountains. Just turn your molehills
Into thrilling quests.

Even at the desk,
Sitting with my coworkers
I long for my office.
Blast from the past:
If telling me what
To do’s your only technique,
That’s bad management.