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06/26/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

I climb the stairs
Crawling up and up each step
Yearning for the sky

Blast from the Past:

The frigid rain falls
Panting, lost the trail as I
Climb out my demons

Slowly, softly seized
Faces whose eyes stare at me
I’m an empty stage

Blast from the Past:

Staring into the
Abyss of sinister scorn
And shame seethingly

Talent for dreaming
A slumber of mysteries
Color of boredom

Blast from the Past:

Inspiration comes
From within your minds eye but
So does writer’s block.

My thoughts race as I
Try to focus on less than
Seven things at once

Blast from the Past:

In the twilight lies
An oasis of strange thoughts
Flowing through my mind

My running mouth seems
To provide me enough rope
To hang myself with.

Blast from the Past:

Growing within me,
Struggling to become heard,
This feeling I have yearns

Chosen one of pain
Hurled myself into these souls
Tastes better than good

Blast from the Past:

Pregnant without child
Contractual pain of birth
Without the waters

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.