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01/27/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

What comes of the day
With morning’s quiet passing?
After the dew fades.

Blast from the Past:

As long as it’s here
As long as it’s here at last,
I will be happy

What questions persist,
What keeps you going
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

Because I did nothing,
Because I did too much,
Because I did not intervene enough,
Because I interjected too much,
I am leaving your because

New day, new motions,
The same cycle of the sun
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

Why do we go through
The motions of living if
The results the same?

After the dew fades,
You must face a new bright day
Again and again

Blast from the Past:

Why must learning be
So slow and agonizing,
Redone each new day

As my youth simmers,
Some parts harden into me
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

Young kids stare amazed
Fingers typing, “Dupe dupe dupe!”
At the typewriter

Each morning I wake,
Force myself into the day
After the day fades

An Alternative Version:

Each morning I stand,
Force myself into the day
After the day fades

When life’s spark simmers,
A persistent residue
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

I beg for water,
For my bucket is filled with
Fresh morning glories

The world passes by
You stay still, always changing
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

Nothing’s happening.
I’m just writing this haiku
While the world spins by.

What is life,
But our bliss on the brink
Of oblivion?

Blast from the Past:

Your life rippling forth
In the universe, returns
Back into nothing

The lessons of life
Rarely come cheap. Their price is
Etched in my wrinkles.

Blast from the Past:

After all of this,
We’ll need a second life to
Apply what we learned