The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about nature
Climbing the
Rock where the dead leave
For their world
The tide slows
Forming a narrow passage
Back and forth between
This one is a shadorma, a 6-line Spanish poem of with a syllable of 3/5/3/3/7/5.
Blast from the Past:
The lake sits calmly
Like the lips of the dead girl
Floating underneath
To build something that
Outlives you, you must learn how
To change the wind’s course.To change the wind
Is just to spin new wind
Upon the wind pastWind is just what was
Its remnant waves cascading
To form what now isEverything is wind
Endlessly forming
Today’s piece is a haiku sonnet.
Blast from the Past:
The day I realize
I’m just chasing after wind
Is the day I’m free.
To build something that
Outlives you, you must learn how
To change the wind’s course.
Blast (or maybe breeze) from the Past:
All that will remain
Of my former self will be
The heralding wind
The blackness of life
First sword of the lightning bolt
Invisible chasm
Blast from the Past:
When the world goes dark,
We get to see the brightness
Of the stars above.
Smashed against the wall,
Big waves ricochet into
Small pushes and pulls
Blast from the Past:
The higher the wave,
The greater the joy for the
Rock that can break it.
Alone in the night
Matter has offended me
Life well spent feels long.
Blast from the Past:
The sun’s radiance
Finally gives way to the
Long sigh of the moon
When they’re ready,
No matter how little you work,
Flowers will still bloom.
An alternative version:
With little effort,
The flowers will still bloom
When they are ready
The cat left its perch
To stare anxiously
At the coming storm
Blast from the Past:
Where is the thunder,
Prophet of the flood storming
What we hold sacred?
Gunk now fills both eyes
My throbbing throat can’t swallow
Puss ooze from my scabs
I’m sick today.
Blast from the Past:
Not only are we
On the same boat, but we’re all
Seasick together.
Ascending slowly
The sun rises gracefully
Over the ocean
Blast from the Past:
After the dew fades,
All that is leftover is
Glorious sunlight