
What beauty is left
By the scorching sun
After the dew fades?
Blast from the Past:
The sea, singing the
Elegy of exodus,
Surrendered us up
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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What beauty is left
By the scorching sun
After the dew fades?
Blast from the Past:
The sea, singing the
Elegy of exodus,
Surrendered us up

I race through the clouds
Of Euphoria, thinking
Work is almost done
Blast from the Past:
Tiring work to just
Stay put. The modern world is
Really a treadmill.

Nothing is harder
Than actually walking in
Someone else’s shoes
Blast from the Past:
Judging another
It is a lot of work and
Rarely worth the time.

When you look back on
Your life, your dreams and longings
Distort through time’s lens.
Blast from the Past:
The tighter my grip
The looser is my control
Life explodes from this.

Great minds think alike.
Great anthropologists ask
Too many questions.
Blast from the Past:
An aphorism:
Those who stop asking questions die inside.

Contours carve faces
Each wrinkle is a chapter
In my history
Blast from the Past:
Life promises the
Illusion of improvement
Until death renegs

Poetry is the
Window into
The impossible
Through the words of
The possible
Blast from the Past:
To learn what is possible,
You must cross into
The impossible.

Stuck home in the rain
While my heart roams free, yearning
For an adventure
Blast from the Past:
No one noticed how
The stone would dream
Of the sun.

What comes of the day
With morning’s quiet passing?
After the dew fades.
Blast from the Past:
As long as it’s here
As long as it’s here at last,
I will be happy

What questions persist,
What keeps you going
After the dew fades
Blast from the Past:
Because I did nothing,
Because I did too much,
Because I did not intervene enough,
Because I interjected too much,
I am leaving your because