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
09/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Tag: micropoetry
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
09/12/25 A New Poem for a New Day
The waves crash against the shore
Waves of joy
Waves of anger
Waves of sadness
All push against the unmoving shore
Blast from the Past:
We sit here struck by
Waves of strange emotion as
We think together
09/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Writing our kisses
Upon the cleft of the earth
Footprints in the sand
Blast from the Past:
We come together
When morning and evening
Embrace one ‘nother
09/09/24 A New Imayo for a New Day
He kneels for a nice long sob – soft licks smear his face
He turns his glum gaze outwards – his dog pants waiting
Tears breach the dam his eyes held – the dog strides his lap
He whimpers now aware that someone’s there to care
This is my first attempt at an imayo, a form of poetry made of 4 lines. Each is 12 syllables, split into a 7 syllable and 5 syllable section.
Blast from the Past:
Wake happy and cry
By the day’s end. Start doubting
And end satisfied.
09/08/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Considering the
Strange world we live in, why choose
To stay in one place?
Blast from the Past:
When your heart’s afar,
It’s just gone to a new place
Where you should join too.
09/07/25 A New Poem for a New Day
I
Grow
My
Grand
Lie
To
Fly
So
High
This is a poem form I invented, based on Magic 9 poems, which I was reading about recently. Basically, each line must be one syllable and must follow the rhyme scheme: abacadaba.
Blast from the Past:
I stand here confused.
I shake my wings intently,
But I do not fly.
09/05/25 A New Than-Bauk for a New Day
It’s here I wait
At the gate where
My late bus isn’t.I just look on
Eying dawn as
A yawn consumesThey all still sleep
Few cars creep past
No peep from themIf my eyes take
A quick break, will
It snake right past?
Today’s poem is a than-bauk.
Blast from the Past:
Once again I face
The dauntingly simple task
Of falling asleep…
09/04/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
To avoid thinking
To not reflect on one’s life
Go through the motions
Blast from the Past:
The questions of life:
No matter how fast you run,
They’re where you will be