Page 50 – The Cracked Door

11/1/24 Haiku for the Day

Exhausted, going
Through the motions of life like
I had energy

Blast from the past:

In the search for wonder
There are no endings
Only beginnings,
Eternal exhaustion

Trapped as a wraith,
Unable to express love
With the human world

Blast from the past:

The valley of death
Where shifting shadows might be
It’s only reprieve.

Happy Halloween

Standing here within
The dust cloud of our data-
Saturated world

Blast from the past:

Failure of elites
Paranoia for decline
Deep undercurrent

This world of yours
This world that you hold dear
Will become nothing

Blast from the past

Ancient remnants
Reminders that even our
Culture will collapse

In the late morning,
Covers cocoon her body,
A true sleepy head

Blast from the past:

The world will remain
Your oyster tomorrow for now
Just focus on sleep

After you left,
I returned sleep in our bed
And it smelled like you

Blast from the past:

I know there must be
Different worlds, for yours can’t
Make sense within mine

We can’t see those past
Nor know all people to come;
Eternal present

Blast from the past:

To see the future
As if it were. What awful
Past will lead to this?

Stuck in the water
One wave after another
The wind hurls toward

Blast from the past:

Hope is like a life
Preserver: though it may bob
It never sinks down

Out of the ocean,
Rise sparkling buildings like a
Magnifying glass

Blast from the Past:

Stern buildings gazing down
On bare avenues
Through lifeless window panes

Climbing down from their
Pedestal: Looks less severe
In comparison

Blast from the past:

The route is much more
Important to me than the
End destination