The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Climbing the
Rock where the dead leave
For their world
The tide slows
Forming a narrow passage
Back and forth between
This one is a shadorma, a 6-line Spanish poem of with a syllable of 3/5/3/3/7/5.
Blast from the Past:
The lake sits calmly
Like the lips of the dead girl
Floating underneath
To build something that
Outlives you, you must learn how
To change the wind’s course.To change the wind
Is just to spin new wind
Upon the wind pastWind is just what was
Its remnant waves cascading
To form what now isEverything is wind
Endlessly forming
Today’s piece is a haiku sonnet.
Blast from the Past:
The day I realize
I’m just chasing after wind
Is the day I’m free.
Title: “Relationshipped”
Had intense passion
Attained the pursuit
A relationshipTo see it slip
Into nothing
DepletingAll that persists
Is tiredness
At the idea of
Another one
This is an anagrammatic poem. I can only use the letters of the word in the title.
Blast from the Past:
If
I
If I
If I would
If I would let you
If I would let you go fully
This second one is a Fibonacci poem, where the syllable counts follow the Fibonacci sequence: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQR1NY03zIA. Mathematically, the Fibonacci sequence is about adding the previous two numbers together to make a new number, so I replicated that by starting with two words “If” and “I” and after each line adding words more to the previous line to change the meaning of the statement.
My plane departs towards a new world
A long long time ago, I left my own world behindEveryone I meet here welcomes me
Cultural cousins of the ones I just visitedKindred spirits but islands apart
Many here cannot afford to see their fellow kinA short flight, but they might as well be
A world away from this island that makes up their homeA world I can traverse on each of
My many flights as I hop around to see what’s here
This one is a landay poem, which is made up of 9 syllable then 13 syllable couplet. They are supposed to demonstrate contrasts.
Blast from the Past:
Tossed into this world
You will receive everything
Will it be enough?
now an error
no progress saved
nothing, just nonewhat bad Wi-Fi
when even one
webpage can’t load
This is about a bad internet connection. It’s also my attempt at a novem poem. These consist of three three-line stanzas, where each line contains three words. Two of the words must be one syllable and the third two syllables. In the first line, the two-syllable word must be the third word, in the second line, the second word, and third line, the first word. Also, each stanza must have at least four words that start with the same consonant sound.
Blast from the Past:
The waves crash softly.
My phone beeps persistently
Till I throw it over
After our break up,
My emotions fall like they’re
Built to lean on you.I find myself in pieces
I’ll wait to be whole again.
This is a renga I did with a friend who also recently experienced a breakup. A renga is a Japanese haiku-like poem game where one person writes a 5-7-5 poem (so a haiku), and then the other poet completes it with 7-7.
Second poem for today:
In this quiet moment, the one won
By me, because I set set-
Backs aside, I’d
Chose this again, in
Order to make myself myself
This is an echo poem, where you end each line by repeating either the sound of the last word or syllable: https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/echo-verse-poetic-forms
-for my ex-girlfriend
we set off united with joyful hearts
though we ended up having to part
i still cherish my time with you
writing silly stories, hiking through distant lands
you’ll always have a place in my story
for pushing me out of my rut
hope you say the same about me
We recently broke up, and I used the kwansaba format to reflect on this. It’s 7 lines, with seven words per line, where each word must be less than seven letters. Evidently, they are intended as a praise poem, mostly to celebrate family and African-American, although in this case, I took a slightly looser interpretation of that part. A girlfriend can count as family though.
Blast from the Past:
I feel like this would
Be easier if I could
Simply despise you
Lush streams flow water
Down the side of the hill to
The creek far belowCovered with green plants
And flowers as it curves through
The valley it formedIt almost wants to
Be beautiful, except it
Is littered by trashThe urban build squelches the
Beauty of the land itself
(This is a haiku sonnet, three haikus and then two final lines to make up a type of sonnet.)
Blast from the Past:
The once vibrant marsh
Polluted by trains, lanes, and
Industrial sludge