The tragedy is
Not that the world is broken.
The tragedy is
That it seems to be working
Just fine as it is
Blast from the Past:
Which is worse?
Lamenting the end of empire
Or knowing it’s very alive and well
09/23/25 A New Tanka for a New Day
Tag: flashpoetry
09/22/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
A sure way to
Never hate someone again
Is to see them die
Blast from the Past:
Disorder will leave
A lasting mark on some lives.
Remove what you hate.
09/21/25 A New Somonka for a New Day
You left me behind
I was always by your side
But you walked away
Now there’s no one to lean on
As I pick up the piecesI was there for you
Each time that you needed me
But it was too much
I couldn’t keep going like that
I just needed it to end
This is my attempt at a Somonka, a Japanese style that is two tanka poems back to back. Often it is two love letters, but here they express their “love” through the pain of a breakup.
This was my original version, but later in the day, I rewrote the second stanza to the one above:
You left me behind
I was always by your side
But you walked away
Now there’s no one to lean on
As I pick up the piecesWe wouldn’t have lasted
We were just sinking slowly
Grasping each other
I had to end it before
Either of us got too hurt
09/19/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Hello to radiant
You could be solowaving
Get your FYP
Blast from the Past:
Using what no one
Can possess to acquire what
No one ought to own
09/18/25 A New Poem for a New Day
How many times have
I just stared transfixed into
Those spots on the wall,
As if this time, they would each
Converge to a single point?
Blast from the Past:
Two patterns collide
On the floor, breaking the world’s
Uniformity
09/17/25 A New Poem for a New Day
(Fall^Crisp) + Sunshine = Contentment
Blast from the Past:
Glorious fall weather
Providing reprieve from
Dreary snow to come.
09/16/25 A New Ovillejo for a New Day
Who feels anxious every hour?
Those in powerWhere does the devil make his perch?
In the ChurchWhen are we most resigned to fate?
When we hateEven now, it is not too late
To look past how it’s been defined
To ascertain what lies behind
Those in power in the church when we hate
Today’s poem is an ovillejo, or at least my attempt at one.
Blast from the Past:
Oh what do you do
With your time when you finish
With all of this hate?
09/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
May my words to you
Linger as a breath of fresh
Fire to burn your soul
Blast from the Past:
I stand within the
Smoke clouds left over by your
Chariot of fire
09/14/25 A New Poem for a New Day
I woke up this morning to darkness
Where am I? What am I doing?
The world feels quiet, like an absent dream
What should I do now?
I sit up before realizing that I would rather go back to bed
To that bed where my rescinding dream invites me back
Where neither time nor light matter
Where I do not need a purpose to keep going
Blast from the Past:
The wave meets the beach.
Is it a beach without sand?
You’re dreaming again.
09/13/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Hiked through one landscape
And then another landscape
So many landscapes
Blast from the Past:
The wild fire
Coursing through me sends me off
In all directions
If only I knew
Which path to follow