Daily Haiku Archives - Page 9 of 64 - The Cracked Door

06/02/26 A New Poem for a New Day

Bugs swirl in the air
Emerging from nothing
Just to become dead
Crunches all over the ground

Blast from the past:

To be forgotten
Only to be recalled for
A flicker then snuffed.

Reading a good book
Too bad I do not do this
As much as I used to

Blast from the past:

I feel distracted
By the trivialities
Of being alive

Standing on the edge
I remain unable to move
From my stable perch

Blast from the past:

I seek refuge in
A land that begins at
The edge of our world.

Start with a premise
Reinforce expectations
Now a startling twist

Blast from the past:

Unity gives up
Itself to craft diversity
In the universe

A world is outside
Amidst the rain that I stay
Inside to avoid

Blast from the past:

The person without
Rhythm would be lonely and
Doomed forever more

Unstable chair rocks me
To and fro. It could fall at
Any moment now.

Blast from the past:

Two patterns collide
On the floor, breaking the world’s
Uniformity

I eat. I converse.
I walk. I see. I consume.
I I I want more…

Blast from the past:

New job, new projects
New toolkits, new people with
New idols they serve

What we do amounts
To so much yet so little
We’re free to have fun

Blast from the past:

Making moral rules
To impose on others shows
You’re morally dead.

Bless’d are those who doubt
For they will discover the
Questions to live by

Blast from the past:

The philosopher:
Someone not content merely
To be in the now

Trains, trains, and more trains
On my endless quest
For the next city

Blast from the past:

Just sail through blind
These will go to those favored
Peak coincidence