
Ode to that great thought
That disappeared when I went
To write it down.
Blast from the Past:
Combed inspiration
Within, but all I unearthed
Was my own sifting
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Ode to that great thought
That disappeared when I went
To write it down.
Blast from the Past:
Combed inspiration
Within, but all I unearthed
Was my own sifting
Exhausted I think
About all my conflicted
Emotions
Blast from the past:
Continue to grow
Always, whether you do that
With or without me
Race of suitcases
Flurry of sandals and heels
Leaving the subway
Blast from the Past:
Sitting on the subway,
Buried in the exhausting
World of franchises
Oh, spring renewal
A time to fix old mistakes
By making new ones
Blast from the Past:
A spring sky so clear
That you feel you are seeing
Into tomorrow.
Another moment
When my thoughts are racing and
I’m hoping for sleep
Blast from the Past:
Revel in darkness.
Woke up afraid of my shadow.
Sleep off my demons.
Here on the toilet
Trying to write a haiku
Soon I will be done
Blast from the Past:
Think up a haiku
Showering, but it’s gone when
Done. Oh greatness lost.
A new haiku for
A new day, always writing
Another poem
Blast from the Past:
Today’s haiku would
Be easier to write with
Some inspiration.
Beautiful pictures
But lacking any sense of
Self and sympathy
Blast from the Past:
A picture’s worth a
Thousand words, but a film’s worth
A thousand pictures.
The best haikus are
The ones that I never
End up writing down
Blast from the Past:
Ode to that great thought
That disappeared when I went
To write it down here.
Sitting by the fire
Staring into the flames, wondering
Whether I exist
Blast from the Past:
Camping
Where time collapses
Into the fire’s flames