Page 4 – The Cracked Door

07/09/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

When did you decide
That you were too small for such
An enormous love?

Blast from the past:

When you throw a stone,
I am the one who feels the
Ripples go through me

Unabashedly
Elitist yet structurally
Disadvantaged

Blast from the past:

To those who care less
About transparency than
Maintaining access

Every time we talk,
I feel like I can’t
Recognize who you
Once seemed to be

Blast from the past:

So many thoughts rush
Through my mind. Unsorted, yet
Each fight for my time.

At the sight of death,
What do we have left to love
But that we can fall

Blast from the past:

Life emerges from
Destruction. Exploding stars
Form a genesis.

Whoever eats lasts
Seems to always end up stuck
With all the dishes

Blast from the past:

Anticipation,
To the possibilities
You are in my mind

Falling in love is easy
Is there anyone really worth
Staying in love for

Blast from the past:

You can’t buy my love
But you could try a little
Wouldn’t mind the attempt.

If our world were flat,
Sorrow has a beginning
And must have an end.

If the world were round,
Our joy would keep circling,
Equally for all

(Today I am publishing two haikus.)

The cliff faces shine
Against the waters of the
Rice paddies below

Blast from the Past:

The shooting star glides,
The last piece of the jigsaw
Filling in the sky

Trying hard does not
Guarantee success, but it
Does make failure worse

Blast from the past:

Some call it half full.
Others, half empty. For me,
It is the wrong cup.

Life is a song played
Slow and beautiful as it
Fades into silence.

Blast from the past:

Some days I listen
To the wind. The sound that will
Outlive human life.