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03/04/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

I wish I had a
Button I could press to end
All the traffic sounds

Blast from the Past:

A quintessential New York moment:
Cross the street. A car
Whips around the bend, honking
Like I am to blame.

Flowers in full bloom
In front of which everyone
Stands for a selfie

Blast from the Past:

In this city of
Crowds clambering and clanking,
You can feel alone

(This first haiku is about a flower garden I saw in Bangkok. The second one was about New York City.)

Over the hustle of cars and people,
A lone train softly glides by,
Dividing the flurry
From the still high-rises above

Blast from the Past:

Nomadic, exile,
Traveling, adventurous,
Migrating movement

Beneath this silence
Where speech can’t venture, I cry
Alone with the night

Blast from the past:

Alone in the crowd
Solitude in the hustle
The silence of sound

Fire and water meet,
And out of the clash comes the
Creation of worlds

Blast from the Past:

Fathom creation.
Flee like a belief into
Untouched subtlety.

As the earth consumes
Me, fever and loss are all
That can protect me.

Blast from the Past:

Waking, plagued hands turn
Their rocket’s autopilot
Away from the sun

Even tiny stones
Help alter the river’s course
Each one plays its part

Blast from the Past:

When you yield yourself
To the flood rushing forward,
You float upon it

I based on this second haiku on this poem.

Barred teeth, focused eyes
White fangs, dripping with
Your blood

Blast from the Past:

Lay awake then rise
The sun will soon return, to
Reveal your demons

Sowing bombs
Lingering fury at the poor
Seeds of destruction

Blast from the Past:

As the earth consumes
Me, fever and loss are all
That can protect me.

Always looking out
Guarding against foreign threats
Never gazing in

Another version with a different emphasis and themes:

Always looking out
To ward off threats, never sees
The beauty within