Page 67 – The Cracked Door

10/19/24 Haiku for the day

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?

The big city fades
Into the bright horizon
Of the vast ocean

Blast from the past:

Tombs face our skyline.
Our world watched by what it’ll become,
Dust under the sun.

This culture we’ve built
That molds how we craft our lives
It will mean nothing

Blast from the past:

And what will be left
In a thousand years or less
Amidst all these stones?