The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Loud machine
Slowly turns
Its cornerGusts of wind
Push into
Your bodyIt stays there
Unaware
Of its blast
(This one is about standing next to one of the really big planes as it turns the corner to take off. It’s also a tricube poem.)
Blast from the Past:
You have no control
Over the great machine that is
Civilization
The feelings that hurt
To act that’s the true wisdom
Shipwreck of my soul
Blast from the Past:
Unsure what to feel
Facing another day where
Everything’s in flux.
Collapse of my life
To listen but hardly hear
What’s in it for you?
Blast from the Past:
How can you stand with
Those who have fallen if you
Are on your two feet?
To build something that
Outlives you, you must learn how
To change the wind’s course.
Blast (or maybe breeze) from the Past:
All that will remain
Of my former self will be
The heralding wind
The blackness of life
First sword of the lightning bolt
Invisible chasm
Blast from the Past:
When the world goes dark,
We get to see the brightness
Of the stars above.
All the lonely souls
What is felt is what is lived
Half-tones of the soul
Blast from the Past:
It is loneliness
That helps us see the glitter
In the broken pot
Smashed against the wall,
Big waves ricochet into
Small pushes and pulls
Blast from the Past:
The higher the wave,
The greater the joy for the
Rock that can break it.
To say’s to renew
Nothing is of use to me
I will go with you
Blast from the Past:
One day, we’ll look back
Fondly on this crying, “What
Morons we once were!”
The false broken sky
Where did the lost eagle go?
Where life’s not painful
Blast from the Past:
My feet know where I
Need to go, even while I’m
Lost inside my head…
Alone in the night
Matter has offended me
Life well spent feels long.
Blast from the Past:
The sun’s radiance
Finally gives way to the
Long sigh of the moon