Poems about Life Archives - The Cracked Door

06/07/26 A New Tanka for a New Day

In this big world
Where so many want to
Feel larger than life
It helps to be able to
Experience the small.

Blast from the past:

Even as the most
Important person walks by
The scarecrow doesn’t budge.

Tomorrow shouts back:
“You wasted your clear, bright day
Thinking about me.”

Blast from the past:

What if you got it
All, only to find it was
All you were after?

Life’s purpose is to
Unearth your gift. Life’s meaning
Is to share your gift.

Blast from the past:

Before your time, or
Are you just planting the seeds
Of the world you see?

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.

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.

A day of rest where
I can just relax without
Anything to prove

Blast from the past:

Born with black and white.
Yellow and red comes. Fully
Could see with the blues.

A stale life is bad,
But you can turn it around.
Death is permanent.

Blast from the past:

Why would you lessen
An otherwise great life through
Such a boring death?

When my disquiet
Constricts my own revival,
Drive a stake through it

Blast from the past:

Try. Fail. Try again.
As long as you’re converging
Defeats are data

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

Sand, mountains, volcanoes
I see new landscapes until
They become the familiar
Wall paper of my life

Blast from the past:

My own universe
Is not trapped there on a shelf
Gathering stardust