Page 5 – The Cracked Door

03/15/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

Slowly arching up
Curved to reflect the heavens
Reaching down to earth

Blast from the Past:

God’s heavenly fire
Can never endure
Captivity

No matter how much
Wealth you have, you cannot stop
The rain from falling

Blast from the Past:

Climbing to then fall
Fossilized in poverty
Hoping for rebirth

Endless flowing stream
New waters fill the same world
Rushing in and out

Blast from the Past:

From every spring
Bursts forth
Life

The orangutan
Hangs high in the tree, dropping
Branches on passerbies

Blast from the Past:

Ode to the beach:

The desert of the sea
Lifeless dunes of submerged sand
That humans deem tranquil.

Big leaves dangling
Over the water, snakefish
Jump up for some bugs

Blast from the Past:

Water overflows
These soggy banks while elsewhere
Is left a desert

Gliding in the water
Each stroke a synchronicity
Within my body

Blast from the Past:

What I’m looking for:
Contentment. To be happy
Just being alive.

Life is what happens
When you stop waiting for life
To happen to you

Blast from the Past:

The antithesis
Of life’s not death, but being
On autopilot.

They sell the water
That does not quench. Buy and
Drink forevermore.

Blast from the Past:

They know when you’ve been sleeping.
They know whether you’re awake.
They know when you’ve been bad or good.
So buy for profit’s sake.

My favorite genre
Of haikus are those that join
Meaning with whimsy

Blast from the Past:

I tried including
So much into this haiku,
It had no meaning.

My steps are horses,
Roaming the plains.
My songs are birds,
Soaring over the trees.
My passionate heart runs free.

Blast from the Past:

I have a desire
Wants to break free from my chest
And fly far away