
Meaningless blue sky
Boredom of discovering
I am what I see
Blast from the Past:
Oh to the great hunt,
But when I catch it, I’m bored.
Forever chasing.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

Meaningless blue sky
Boredom of discovering
I am what I see
Blast from the Past:
Oh to the great hunt,
But when I catch it, I’m bored.
Forever chasing.

Fog rising up the
Mountain’s face, revealing the
Lush valley beneath
Blast from the Past:
The waters runs off
Into the mist
From which it came

All life is a dream
Nostalgia’s impotence
Beauty all alone
Blast from the Past:
Reclusively you
The dream is different here
It’s a state of mind

Out from the world of
Mud, moss, and mush bursts forward
One excited dog
Blast from the Past:
Tail wagging, bouncing
A fury of excitement
But barking meanly

Movie-making is
All about the magic of
Clever illusions
Blast from the Past:
Stuck here as I race
At the speed of light in my
Imagination

The mountain beckons.
The clouds warn. A storm’s coming.
Best to know your path.
Blast from the Past:
Scaling the mountain
Rainy, slippery, wishing
Humans had four legs

Its calm, slow waters
And meandering bank hide its
Secret personhood
(This one is about the Whanganui River.)
Blast from the Past:
Fumble through the fog.
Rivers go where the waters flood.
Vanish into dark.

To avoid thinking,
Not reflecting; for some that’s
What it means to live
Blast from the Past:
The fool entices,
“This is just the way things are.
Don’t overthink it.”

Beautiful rainbow,
I rush towards its beauty;
It just disappears.
Blast from the Past:
The waves surge forward
Just to rush back to the depths,
An eternal dance

Desire’s soggy crust
Manufacturing the real
Sorrows like closed rooms
Blast from the Past:
The only people I enjoy
Are the mad ones
Who desire everything all at once
And refuse to compromise