Page 11 – The Cracked Door

05/01/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

Climbing up and up
Just to have to go back down
The wave of living

Blast from the past:

I invite the wind
Because in it I know I’ll
Find actual life

After finally
Catching you here in my trap,
Why do I feel bad?

Blast from the past:

Your own destruction
Is the result of trying
To defeat others

The god that can be
Pointed at is an idol.
Newly-forged horror

Blast from the past:

Faith without doubt is
A dangerous zombie or
A vapid facade

select love
from him
join her
on child
where
womb is null

(I wrote my poem for today in the programming language SQL.)

Blast from the past:

There is nothing one
Can give that is friendlier
Than one’s very tears.

Tenacity doesn’t show in success but in how one handles repeated failures.

Blast from the past:

The road to a failed project is paved with a thousand miscommunications.

The indelible
Agency within their stories,
Found in translation

Blast from the past:

Magical realism:
When your story becomes a
Fawn and flies away

Looking down the edge
For a foothold that won’t slide
As the world spins round

Blast from the past:

Don’t climb those distant
Mountains. Just turn your molehills
Into thrilling quests.

Even at the desk,
Sitting with my coworkers
I long for my office.

Blast from the past:

If telling me what
To do’s your only technique,
That’s bad management.

One imprint after
Another laid on sand that
The waves take away

Blast from the past:

May the waves of the
Abysmal future be less
Choppy then they look.

You can’t be your best
Person in a place you are
Trying to outgrow.

Blast from the Past:

It’s just me and you
What you water’s what you grow
Growing without you