Page 51 – The Cracked Door

10/21/24 Haiku for the day

I am a deep gorge,
Basking sulkingly in the
Great sound of silence.

Blast from the past:

When the troll sleeps,
The crows would demand a toll
At the bridge crossing.

With grand eloquence
We build our cultures upon
Our upcoming deaths

Blast from the past:

Ancient Egypt: Once
Everything. Now sand-roofed dunes.
All societies end.

When you finally
Stand atop the mountain’s peak,
You loose the great climb

Blast from the past:

Climb up the mountain
Plant your flag to stake your claim
Accomplish nothing

Poetry is the
Discovery of things I’ve
Never seen before

Blast from the Past:

Writing my haiku
There into the sand as the
Wave finishes it

Nestling softly
In the space between two legs
Safe, warm, and cozy

Blast from the past:

Sitting on my couch
Cozying with a book as
The storms rage outside

I am wide awake
From the wondrous feeling of
Exhilaration

Blast from the past:

If this is Enlightenment,
Then there is no Enlightenment.
Only a moment of happiness

You will fall back down
To earth eventually:
Gravity’s promise

Blast from the past:

Wretched of the earth
Living with bad surroundings
Tragic deception

The mountain glistens
As the stream through the moss sings,
Asking me to leave this world

Blast from the Past:

To the misery
That is endured by those
Who refuse settling.

My poem is not a haiku like I normally do.

My barren soul forms
Into all these dead leaves
On days like these,
I am the one
Who feels to blame
For the fall.

A blast from the past:

One lines, two lines, three
Lines, four lines, five lines, six lines
Now I can enter

Henceforth: no more light
At the end of the tunnel.
Budgetary cuts

Blast from the Past:

In a land flowing
With milk and honey, why am
I stuck with the curds?