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

New day, new motions,
The same cycle of the sun
After the dew fades
Blast from the Past:
Why do we go through
The motions of living if
The results the same?

After the dew fades,
You must face a new bright day
Again and again
Blast from the Past:
Why must learning be
So slow and agonizing,
Redone each new day

As my youth simmers,
Some parts harden into me
After the dew fades
Blast from the Past:
Young kids stare amazed
Fingers typing, “Dupe dupe dupe!”
At the typewriter

Each morning I wake,
Force myself into the day
After the day fades
An Alternative Version:
Each morning I stand,
Force myself into the day
After the day fades

When life’s spark simmers,
A persistent residue
After the dew fades
Blast from the Past:
I beg for water,
For my bucket is filled with
Fresh morning glories