The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about relationships
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
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.