
Can you ever
Smell the scent
Of your own breath?
Blast from the Past:
Cuddle in puddles
Snuggle by bitty puggles
Crumple on rumples
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about relationships

Can you ever
Smell the scent
Of your own breath?
Blast from the Past:
Cuddle in puddles
Snuggle by bitty puggles
Crumple on rumples

Whether we’re ready
We are thrust into the world
To endure together
Blast from the Past:
You are the rain cloud
That prevents me from being
Scorched by my own sun.

There she goes
The woman you can
Never get
Blast from the Past:
Your heart remains cold
These words fail to rekindle
It’s dying embers.

Meeting old friends
Seeing who you were clash
Against who you are now
Blast from the Past:
It’s like a ghost
That’s been following us both
Vague and unseen

Kneeling before their elders
Washing each other’s feet
Standing up to start a new life together
(This one is about a Javanese wedding I attended.)
Blast from the Past:
We must discover
The way we fit together.
Let us join the dance.

A day spent with friends
Talking about life in this
Strange place we call earth
Blast from the Past:
Sit by the fire
Contemplating cruelty
Man shows to others

The little things you
Don’t notice often matter
The most to others
Blast from the Past:
Persuasive rebuke
A studied provocation
Influence lingered

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