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06/02/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

I plummed myself and
Lost the plum. The grand effort
Of futility

Blast from the Past:

Peering into you
At the window of your soul
I see nothingness

Wherever you are,
Which corner of this vast world,
You are who you are

Blast from the Past:

Racing down the street,
The New Yorker’s busyness
Consumes his self-worth.

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

Inscrutable hours
This morning now emerging
Inexplicable boredom

Blast from the Past:

It’s great to feel
Useless. Nothing like boredom
For your subconscious.

All life is a dream
Nostalgia’s impotence
Beauty all alone

Blast from the Past:

Reclusively you
The dream is different here
It’s a state of mind

Let that brittle wind
That tells you you don’t belong
Blow the other way.

Blast from the Past:

Yes, the emperor
May have no clothes but wait until
You realize that
Everyone has been naked this whole time

Beneath this silence
Where speech can’t venture, I cry
Alone with the night

Blast from the past:

Alone in the crowd
Solitude in the hustle
The silence of sound

Sitting on your throne
Made of oxhorn, conch, and stone
Alone in your world

Blast from the Past:

In time even the
Wind will give an answer to
Gravity’s promise

Always looking out
Guarding against foreign threats
Never gazing in

Another version with a different emphasis and themes:

Always looking out
To ward off threats, never sees
The beauty within

All I did today
I did as if others were
Watching over me

Blast from the Past:

Nothing’s more of a
Waste and annoyance than
Careless solemnity.