To the ripe, fat geese,
The goose who decides to fly
Must look damned scary
Blast from the Past:
The caged bird breaks free,
Only to soar directly
Into the window
05/23/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
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05/22/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
We are but a brief
Slumber in our default state
Of enduring death
Blast from the Past:
What is life
But a slow death,
Executing existence
05/21/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Traveling
More and more to see
Until they all whittle down
Into exhaustion
Blast from the Past:
We like to think of
Our scenery as unique
Until we travel
05/19/25 A New American Haiku for A New Day
Dolphins
Surfing on its waves
They come play
With this strange boat thing
(Today, I wrote a lune or “American Haiku“, which follows 5-3-5.)
Blast from the Past:
The waters rush forth
Towards where the dolphins leap,
And the moon beckons.
05/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
The fly that flees past
Pretty princess among crumbs
Pageant of the mist
Blast from the Past:
Oh butterfly, where
Are you fluttering your wings
So quickly towards?
05/14/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Mountains, mountains, and
Then even more mountains, and
Mountains after that
Blast from the Past:
Islands of mountains
Rising up from the sea of clouds
A Bhudda statue
05/13/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
The enchanted dream
Of stupidity, nothing
Is worth the trouble
Blast from the Past:
Ordinary family
Distorted self-perception
Stupid importance
05/12/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Some days you have time
To think up a great haiku,
Others this must do
Blast from the Past:
This is the haiku
That never ends. Keeps going
On and on… Oh wait.
05/11/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
I often wander
I am the size of what I see
The end of the earth
Blast from the Past:
Never really here
My mind travels distances
I have never seen
05/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Rainbows, waterfalls,
Mist, and sun sun all come and go
In the Fiordlands
This one is about Fiordland National Park in New Zealand, one of my favorite national parks to visit in the world. I saw more rainbows there in three days than I think I did anywhere in the world, for example, and the mountains constantly shift between weather extremes throughout the day, completely changing the landscape in the process.
Blast from the Past:
The rain must be drums
Upon the water’s surface
For the fish beneath
More of my photos from Fiordland National Park:
