Outside in the heat
On a persistent quest to
Remain hydrated
Blast from the Past:
Winter beach: lilting waves,
Icy wind, quiet: No one’s dumb
Enough to be here.
12/17/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
12/16/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Can you ever
Smell the scent
Of your own breath?
Blast from the Past:
Cuddle in puddles
Snuggle by bitty puggles
Crumple on rumples
12/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
The same tie, same mask
Crowd round your manager
As he does his dance
(This piece of art I saw at a museum yesterday here in Java inspired my poem for today. The artist actually was thinking about societal changes in Kalamatan society here in Indonesia, but it made me personally think about conformity in the corporate world.)
Blast from the Past:
Scrutinizing management,
Flat and unprofitable,
Change is difficult.
12/14/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Maybe the times when
We are off-track are when we
Are most together
Blast from the Past:
The contemplative
Dislike anything growing
Outside its season
12/13/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Wake up too early
Without enough sleep. Oh dream,
Don’t leave me so soon.
Blast from the Past:
My bed calls to me:
“Where are you? I miss your warm
Embrace. Come to me.”
12/12/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Oh beautiful city
Towers of human ingenuity
Rising step by step
To discover its true embrace in
Death
Blast from the Past:
Perfect, synchronized
Machinery performing
Humanization
12/11/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Fame only postpones
How long it takes history
To forget you
Blast from the Past:
History always
Exists within the cosmos,
As just one small part
12/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Arising from dust
We are a wild sunflower
Swaying in the breeze
Blast from the Past:
If I were a tree,
I would be curved and twisted
As I search for the sun
And my roots would cling dearly to the earth
12/09/25 A New Poem for a New Day
We live in cycles
Of failure and success
Forever moving
Towards balance
Blast from the Past:
How grounded we are,
Breathing the earth we make up,
In, out, forever
12/08/25 A New Aphorism for a New Day
Today I wrote an aphorism instead of a poem:
Instead of asking whether someone is a good person, sometimes the better question to ask is who are they a good person to? Some people are only good to themselves and maybe those closest to them.
Blast from the Past:
Each day, two choices:
Cast out the bad out of yourself,
Or receive the good.