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11/16/24 Haiku for the Day

What do you do when
Who you are changes like the
Ship of Theseus

Blast from the Past:

They said to aim high
The top of the wall’s facade,
To Humpty Dumpty

Healing emulates
Even from what might be the
Most painful venom

Blast from the past:

When they are hurting,
Why do some feel natural
Hurting others too?

I am a deep gorge,
Basking sulkingly in the
Great sound of silence.

Blast from the past:

When the troll sleeps,
The crows would demand a toll
At the bridge crossing.

My poem is not a haiku like I normally do.

My barren soul forms
Into all these dead leaves
On days like these,
I am the one
Who feels to blame
For the fall.

A blast from the past:

One lines, two lines, three
Lines, four lines, five lines, six lines
Now I can enter

What makes harmony
In my mind? Is it nature,
Or my own doing?

Blast from the Past:

Blessed are those who
Must hold their pee, for they shall
Attain fulfilledness.

Why do I want wings?
Pangs inside like pokes of bones
From that which I crave.

Blast from the past:

At what point do you
Discover the name you were
Meant to give yourself?

Who I am is not
Who I am now, and now I
Suffer the whiplash

Blast from the past:

After growing big,
The giant bunny still feared
Itty-bitty snakes.

There in the rubble
Of what I do not yet know,
I decide to sit.

Blast from the past:

Never look backwards.
The person you had just been
Faded into dark.

Never look backwards.
The person you had just met
Faded into dark.

Blast from the Past:

Nothing’s happening.
It’s just another day where
Nothing’s happening.