The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
I
Grow
My
Grand
Lie
To
Fly
So
High
This is a poem form I invented, based on Magic 9 poems, which I was reading about recently. Basically, each line must be one syllable and must follow the rhyme scheme: abacadaba.
Blast from the Past:
I stand here confused.
I shake my wings intently,
But I do not fly.
It’s here I wait
At the gate where
My late bus isn’t.I just look on
Eying dawn as
A yawn consumesThey all still sleep
Few cars creep past
No peep from themIf my eyes take
A quick break, will
It snake right past?
Today’s poem is a than-bauk.
Blast from the Past:
Once again I face
The dauntingly simple task
Of falling asleep…
To avoid thinking
To not reflect on one’s life
Go through the motions
Blast from the Past:
The questions of life:
No matter how fast you run,
They’re where you will be
When all is asleep,
You can hear the train’s faint thwomp,
Pulse of the city
Blast from the Past:
Cars glide ‘cross the freeways
Each on a preordained track
Up and down forever
Silent men
Make monsters
Scream
Monsters make
Men silent
This is my first go at a palindrome poem. The idea is that after a certain hinge word (in my case “scream”) the rest of the poem repeats the same words backwards.
Blast from the Past:
Must we feign surprise
When monsters return after
We bred them so long?
Eyes glued forward, beyond the rise and fall
Too afraid to look another way
The wind howls its persistent call
A slap across my face
The boat inches on its slow crawl
Nothing can change its glacial pace
“Forward!”, “Forward!” I try to call
Get me to another day
Beyond the rise and fall
Today’s poem is a Magic 9 poem, a 9 line poem following this rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Evidently, this form of poetry was invented as a typo of abracadabra, but without the r’s.
Blast from the Past:
I’ll try again to
Right the ship that veers off course
Towards oblivion
Oh American Dream,
I lie here wondering if
I can wake from you
Blast from the Past:
Only time you get
To see your dream job is when
You are fast asleep.
Unable to know
Which way is up or down. The
Horizon is gone.
Blast from the Past:
I’m at the end of
The road, nowhere else to turn
I sit down and wait
I don’t believe in anger
I don’t believe in rage
I can’t stand your pain
I don’t want your cage
None of this will lead me
Back to you again
(I lost internet for a few days, so I was not able to post the poem I wrote that day until several days later.)
Blast from the Past:
Not proactive enough, not obedient enough,
Not developing enough, not restraining enough,
Not enough good questions, not confirming enough,
I have had enough enoughs
