Maybe the times when
We are off-track are when we
Are most together
Blast from the Past:
The contemplative
Dislike anything growing
Outside its season
12/14/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
12/13/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Wake up too early
Without enough sleep. Oh dream,
Don’t leave me so soon.
Blast from the Past:
My bed calls to me:
“Where are you? I miss your warm
Embrace. Come to me.”
12/12/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Oh beautiful city
Towers of human ingenuity
Rising step by step
To discover its true embrace in
Death
Blast from the Past:
Perfect, synchronized
Machinery performing
Humanization
12/11/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Fame only postpones
How long it takes history
To forget you
Blast from the Past:
History always
Exists within the cosmos,
As just one small part
12/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Arising from dust
We are a wild sunflower
Swaying in the breeze
Blast from the Past:
If I were a tree,
I would be curved and twisted
As I search for the sun
And my roots would cling dearly to the earth
12/09/25 A New Poem for a New Day
We live in cycles
Of failure and success
Forever moving
Towards balance
Blast from the Past:
How grounded we are,
Breathing the earth we make up,
In, out, forever
12/08/25 A New Aphorism for a New Day
Today I wrote an aphorism instead of a poem:
Instead of asking whether someone is a good person, sometimes the better question to ask is who are they a good person to? Some people are only good to themselves and maybe those closest to them.
Blast from the Past:
Each day, two choices:
Cast out the bad out of yourself,
Or receive the good.
12/07/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
As the world grows big,
I feel as if everything
Runs away from me.
Blast from the Past:
The process of life
One becomes and unbecomes
Reformed with others
12/06/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Decisions, decisions, decisions
Build on the crater
Of many indecisions
Blast from the Past:
The facts can depress,
Only showing the extent
We will likely fail.
12/05/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Whether we’re ready
We are thrust into the world
To endure together
Blast from the Past:
You are the rain cloud
That prevents me from being
Scorched by my own sun.