
Clouds of brief sadness
Come and go, sprinkling bouts of
Rain into my soul
Blast from the Past:
Perhaps in despair
Of the wilderness, I will
Craft a new idol.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Clouds of brief sadness
Come and go, sprinkling bouts of
Rain into my soul
Blast from the Past:
Perhaps in despair
Of the wilderness, I will
Craft a new idol.
Vast expanse of sand
Small clay lines of rise, huts from a
Once vibrant village
Blast from the Past:
Inequalities
With ancient roots, reproduced
In each new era
Paint your daisies
Full of your philosophy.
Let its wisdom sprout.
Blast from the Past:
Move beyond these chains
Choose their illusion no more
Yearning is your key
I lost track of your
Bright golden star underneath
My clouds of ink.
Blast from the Past:
Love to hate? Or was
It hate to love? Given
Conflicting interests
The animals shout
In shock, wonder, and alarm
At the new sunrise
Blast from the past:
Racing to the sun
Tripping over beams of light
Casting long shadows
This taste of fire is
Overwhelming, but there’s still
Saliva to scold
Blast from the past:
A line of barbed wire
Divides this world and the next:
A painful crossing
This image that you see above somehow encapsulates what I was trying to say with both haikus perfectly. To me, it shows the flourishes of tasting fire I write about in the first haiku and the barbed wire divide I discuss in the second one. You can find it here (https://unsplash.com/photos/an-abstract-painting-of-a-variety-of-colors-OJ2_Tl2TVG0)
I am the star that
Explodes out into a
Supernova of love
Blast from the Past:
Rising and sitting
Each day, the sun engulfs us
In warm ways of love
From the narrow mouth,
All the waterfall droplets
End in new places
Blast from the Past:
Falling snow atop
The mountain, an avalanche,
Or the sweeping wind?
Depression is when
You can no longer share your
Meaning with others
Blast from the Past:
Seeing her own face
Reflected in the mirror,
The girl grimaces
My friend wrote this interesting follow-up haiku:
Seeing the true face
Grimacing, the reflection
Slunk away saddened.
Personal impacts
Are fleeting wrinkles like a
Ripple in water
Blast from the Past:
Removal from drive
Comes with the removal of
Want and connection