The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about the rhythms of daily life
The lights flicker in the darkness
As I gaze out the high rise window
Cars and bikes halt
On streets too narrowThey try to rush to work
Among the vast expanse
Of restaurant chains
That they can’t afford
Blast from the past:
In a new city
As the fervor of the day
Transforms into night,
I lie here remembering
That I’m just a hollow shell.
Reading a good book
Too bad I do not do this
As much as I used to
Blast from the past:
I feel distracted
By the trivialities
Of being alive
A world is outside
Amidst the rain that I stay
Inside to avoid
Blast from the past:
The person without
Rhythm would be lonely and
Doomed forever more
I sit in the humid air
Trying to sleep
Music blares from a nearby church
It’s not even 6:00 am
Blast from the Past:
Brainstorming: A burst
Of ideas but they vanish
Once pen’s in hand
Gliding in the water
Each stroke a synchronicity
Within my body
Blast from the Past:
What I’m looking for:
Contentment. To be happy
Just being alive.
Sleep sleep sleep
For some reason all my body seems to crave is
Sleep sleep sleep
Blast from the Past:
Why do the best laid
Daily plans go awry from
Little distractions
A day of rest and
Maybe a nap if only
I could fall asleep
Blast from the Past:
Nothing like a song
With engaging lyrics to
Inspire a haiku.
After a long day,
I have the normal ritual
Figuring out which
Of all these many switches
Turns off the lights in my room.
Blast from the Past:
Charging at the foe,
Viewing it as a fight means
You already lost
Some days I prefer
Being lazy. I want to
Do nothing all day
Blast from the Past:
Cuddling together,
Wrapping up the day with you
Our happy ending
Sit back. Close your eyes.
Today is the one day that
You get to be off
Blast from the Past:
You know: on some days
You’re just mildly disgusting,
And that is just fine.