
The dogs
From across the street
Bark at
Whatever is going on
Out there
My poem for today is a gogyohka.
Blast from the Past:
He stood observing
Never taking a risk as
His moments passed by
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Poems about nature

The dogs
From across the street
Bark at
Whatever is going on
Out there
My poem for today is a gogyohka.
Blast from the Past:
He stood observing
Never taking a risk as
His moments passed by

It stood before me
In its vastness, signifying
All sound and silence
Blast from the Past:
I sit beneath the clouds
A peculiar silence is born from each
Breathing in the wind

To the ripe, fat geese,
The goose who decides to fly
Must look damned scary
Blast from the Past:
The caged bird breaks free,
Only to soar directly
Into the window

Road winding along the mountain’s edge
Peaks crest on both sides as they fall
Slowly into the ocean
Sun setting behind
All fall into
The same line
My eyes
Do
Today I wrote a nonet. The first line is 9 syllables; the next one’s 8, all the day down to 1.
Blast from the Past:
Each morning we gaze
At the same sun

Dolphins
Surfing on its waves
They come play
With this strange boat thing
(Today, I wrote a lune or “American Haiku“, which follows 5-3-5.)
Blast from the Past:
The waters rush forth
Towards where the dolphins leap,
And the moon beckons.

The fly that flees past
Pretty princess among crumbs
Pageant of the mist
Blast from the Past:
Oh butterfly, where
Are you fluttering your wings
So quickly towards?

Mountains, mountains, and
Then even more mountains, and
Mountains after that
Blast from the Past:
Islands of mountains
Rising up from the sea of clouds
A Bhudda statue

Rainbows, waterfalls,
Mist, and sun sun all come and go
In the Fiordlands
This one is about Fiordland National Park in New Zealand, one of my favorite national parks to visit in the world. I saw more rainbows there in three days than I think I did anywhere in the world, for example, and the mountains constantly shift between weather extremes throughout the day, completely changing the landscape in the process.
Blast from the Past:
The rain must be drums
Upon the water’s surface
For the fish beneath
More of my photos from Fiordland National Park:













Is the waterfall
Concerned with whether each drop
Gets all the way down?
(I wrote this haiku while on the road without enough internet access to post it day of, so I posted later when I internet.)
Blast from the Past:
Yes, waterfalls flow
Without purpose or plan but
With much direction and force
Emerging intent

Racing downwards as
Quickly as possible to
Appease gravity
Blast from the Past:
You lose your hope most
When you think you have all that
You need in your life