
Like a galaxy,
Oh the wondrous beauty of
Street trash in the rain
Blast from the Past:
Tick tock of the clock
With the faint trickle underneath
Of a gushing stream
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about nature

Like a galaxy,
Oh the wondrous beauty of
Street trash in the rain
Blast from the Past:
Tick tock of the clock
With the faint trickle underneath
Of a gushing stream

My brain is pounding.
My limbs throb everywhere.
I can barely move.
(I’ve been sick for the last few days, in case you were wondering while I wasn’t able to post haikus for a few days. I wrote the haikus each day but was just unable to come online and post them. You should see them posted over the next few days.)
Blast from the Past:
The snot in my nose
Will there be a limit to
How much I blow out

There at the water
That all animals must drink,
The crocodile waits
Blast from the Past:
The frog leaps forward,
The first to charge forth and get
Splattered by a car

Ever-present heat
Blankets you in mugginess
All throughout the day
Blast from the Past:
Slick yet cracking skin
The dry sun ages young hearts
Dreams dissolve in heat

Giant razor clams
Open to suddenly slam shut
Teasing what’s inside
Blast from the Past:
Inside a conch shell
Cradled by the ocean’s sighs,
At peace from it all

Signs litter the land
Watch out for them, but where are
These cassowaries?
Blast from the Past:
Now that I finished
All of my tasks, emptiness
Washes over me

The gentle breeze sweeps
Across the stale heat along
The dusty desert
Blast from the Past:
I’m in the hot sun
Swaying in my seat trying
To produce a breeze

A small blade of grass
Reveals in simplicity
The beauty of life
Blast from the Past:
The spider’s web:
Like all nature’s art:
Intricate and beautiful
Yet gone the next day

When I see a cliff, I see death. When a bird sees a cliff, it sees opportunity. (When a vulture sees me fumbling for a better view of the bird along the cliff, it sees lunch.)
Blast from the Past:
Fighting for its life,
The worm forces the bird to
Work for her breakfast.

A twisting tree
Clasping through the wind
Towards the sun
Blast from the Past:
The persistent breeze
Finally finds its home in
The leaves of the tree