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

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.

I rush everywhere
From even the slightest drop
Of any caffeine
Blast from the Past:
Thoughts come then depart
I try and gather them, but
They scatter leaving…