The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
To the man who pursues more—
Will tomorrow be worth your while?
Or just part of an endless pile?
Why should you go one more mile?
Blast from the Past:
I climb the mountain,
And now what?
There always seems to be
Another mountain to climb
Flying down the mountain
On the back of a motorbike
Bump, bump, bump throbs my butt
Each thud sliding me further back in the seat
Until I slide into the metal grate
The tiny guard preventing me from flying off the edge
Blast from the Past:
My last chance to feel.
I am this great, unstable
Mess of blood and mud
On a motorbike
Flying down the mountain as
The fog covers us
Blast from the Past:
I look out to see
Mountains no one’s ever seen.
Time to start climbing
What’s a roadtrip but
An endless excursion to
The next gas station
Blast from the Past:
New day
New drive
New trails
New hikes
Same feel
Hiked through one landscape
And then another landscape
So many landscapes
Blast from the Past:
The wild fire
Coursing through me sends me off
In all directions
If only I knew
Which path to follow
Considering the
Strange world we live in, why choose
To stay in one place?
Blast from the Past:
When your heart’s afar,
It’s just gone to a new place
Where you should join too.
Eyes glued forward, beyond the rise and fall
Too afraid to look another way
The wind howls its persistent call
A slap across my face
The boat inches on its slow crawl
Nothing can change its glacial pace
“Forward!”, “Forward!” I try to call
Get me to another day
Beyond the rise and fall
Today’s poem is a Magic 9 poem, a 9 line poem following this rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Evidently, this form of poetry was invented as a typo of abracadabra, but without the r’s.
Blast from the Past:
I’ll try again to
Right the ship that veers off course
Towards oblivion
Unable to know
Which way is up or down. The
Horizon is gone.
Blast from the Past:
I’m at the end of
The road, nowhere else to turn
I sit down and wait
Hiking through the forest,
In search of a monkey.What’s that rustle in the bush?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a focused cat.What’s that swinging from the trees?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a scavenging crow.What’s that clamor?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s gushing water.What’s that brown figure in the bush?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s a rotting stump.Never did find any monkeys,
But in the search,
I discovered
A whole forest
Blast from the Past:
The trees are gorgeous,
If only I look up and
Engage with the world
The false broken sky
Where did the lost eagle go?
Where life’s not painful
Blast from the Past:
My feet know where I
Need to go, even while I’m
Lost inside my head…