
My eyes awake, and
My mind learns that no recent
Thought made any sense
Blast from the Past:
To sleep and then to dream
Venture beyond the world of
Possibilities
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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My eyes awake, and
My mind learns that no recent
Thought made any sense
Blast from the Past:
To sleep and then to dream
Venture beyond the world of
Possibilities

I woke up this morning to darkness
Where am I? What am I doing?
The world feels quiet, like an absent dream
What should I do now?
I sit up before realizing that I would rather go back to bed
To that bed where my rescinding dream invites me back
Where neither time nor light matter
Where I do not need a purpose to keep going
Blast from the Past:
The wave meets the beach.
Is it a beach without sand?
You’re dreaming again.

It’s here I wait
At the gate where
My late bus isn’t.I just look on
Eying dawn as
A yawn consumesThey all still sleep
Few cars creep past
No peep from themIf my eyes take
A quick break, will
It snake right past?
Today’s poem is a than-bauk.
Blast from the Past:
Once again I face
The dauntingly simple task
Of falling asleep…

The alarm clock blasts
Just as I finally start
Into a nice dream
Blast from the Past:
You’re startled awake
From a dream but have no clue
What happened or why

I suffer from life
Heavy eyes and empty brain
The roads are traveled
Blast from the Past:
When sleep finally
Catches up to me, I’ll rest
For eternity

Why do I get my
Big moments of clarity
As I drift to sleep?
Blast from the Past:
Once I gained insight
Satisfied I went to bed
And quickly lost it.

I sit on the bed
Tired, my eyes hurt, my head spins.
It is when I stop
I feel all the exhaustion
Now all built up within me
Today, I wrote a waka instead of my usual haiku.
Blast from the Past:
In the search for wonder
There are no endings
Only beginnings,
Eternal exhaustion

Silence
Nothing to watch
No new thoughts, just silence
Stirs my mind awake to its
Worries
This is my attempt at a cinquain poem.
Blast from the Past:
Hell fire emanates
From within the recesses
Of my wounded soul

More adventures will
Be there for you tomorrow.
Now go get some sleep.
Blast from the Past:
Drifting into sleep
Finally after a long day
Losing consciousness

Nothing to see here
If things were all different
You will not escape
Blast from the Past:
Have we trapped ourselves
Inside unsatisfying
Narratives of gain?