Page 5 – The Cracked Door

01/25/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

New day, new motions,
The same cycle of the sun
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

Why do we go through
The motions of living if
The results the same?

After the dew fades,
You must face a new bright day
Again and again

Blast from the Past:

Why must learning be
So slow and agonizing,
Redone each new day

As my youth simmers,
Some parts harden into me
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

Young kids stare amazed
Fingers typing, “Dupe dupe dupe!”
At the typewriter

Each morning I wake,
Force myself into the day
After the day fades

An Alternative Version:

Each morning I stand,
Force myself into the day
After the day fades

When life’s spark simmers,
A persistent residue
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

I beg for water,
For my bucket is filled with
Fresh morning glories

What comes of the day?
The morning’s quiet passes
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

My emotions fade
Like morning dew in the sun
To return the next day

The world passes by
You stay still, always changing
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

Nothing’s happening.
I’m just writing this haiku
While the world spins by.

People who get lost
In their fantasies struggle
With reality.
Eventually, their bubble
Will have to burst in their face

Blast from the Past:

Loosen the chains of
Reason and bathe in the sea
Of your fantasy

I sit in your box
Wondering the next moment
I can move beyond these walls

Blast from the Past:

I tried but was ignored. Moving on.
Your mind’s made up. Forced darkness.

My curiosity knows
Only the bounds of how much
My body can handle

Blast from the Past:

I do believe in
Answers; I just believe in
Questions even more