The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about relationships
When you truly look
Into someone’s eyes, you see
The child they once were
Blast from the Past:
It may take some time
Till you glimpse the inner child
Behind the tantrum
(This article I wrote describes the idea of looking at other adult’s inner child in more detail.)
Eating food with friends
On the side of the mountain
As the fog comes in
Blast from the Past:
Tonight we ponder
How we are cramped together
On this big planet
Tears, smears, fists, and gists
I work and hurt, shrug and hug,
Reeling and healing
Blast from the Past:
Words words words words words
Words words words words words words words
Words words words words hug
Sitting in the sun
A cool breeze blowing as we eat
Oysters in the bay
Blast from the Past:
Oh how we help catch
Each other’s breath on the days
We rush everywhere
Walking through your garden
Sifting through your roses
Smelling the lilies in your pond
Everywhere, I cannot help
But feel the lack of your presence
Blast from the Past:
U and I are close
To each other; well at least
Close on the keyboard
It was great meeting you there and learning about your life
It was great meeting you there and learning about your life
We formed a connection before we left
We formed a connection before we left
We left our connection there
We left our connection thereWhy can’t we text or speak again? You and me
Why can’t we text or speak again? You and me
We got phones forever in our back pocket
We got phones forever in our back pocket
But you never got back to me
But you never got back to meTo me, we never left
To me, we never left
Our connection there
Our connection there
On the sands of time
On the sands of time
This is my attempt at a paradelle. I found it surprisingly hard to write.
Blast from the Past:
Visit you while home
Talk as if nothing changed
Back to our new lives
A sure way to
Never hate someone again
Is to see them die
Blast from the Past:
Disorder will leave
A lasting mark on some lives.
Remove what you hate.
You left me behind
I was always by your side
But you walked away
Now there’s no one to lean on
As I pick up the piecesI was there for you
Each time that you needed me
But it was too much
I couldn’t keep going like that
I just needed it to end
This is my attempt at a Somonka, a Japanese style that is two tanka poems back to back. Often it is two love letters, but here they express their “love” through the pain of a breakup.
This was my original version, but later in the day, I rewrote the second stanza to the one above:
You left me behind
I was always by your side
But you walked away
Now there’s no one to lean on
As I pick up the piecesWe wouldn’t have lasted
We were just sinking slowly
Grasping each other
I had to end it before
Either of us got too hurt
May my words to you
Linger as a breath of fresh
Fire to burn your soul
Blast from the Past:
I stand within the
Smoke clouds left over by your
Chariot of fire
Writing our kisses
Upon the cleft of the earth
Footprints in the sand
Blast from the Past:
We come together
When morning and evening
Embrace one ‘nother