A twisting tree
Clasping through the wind
Towards the sun
Blast from the Past:
The persistent breeze
Finally finds its home in
The leaves of the tree
10/03/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Tag: micropoetry
10/02/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Walking through your garden
Sifting through your roses
Smelling the lilies in your pond
Everywhere, I cannot help
But feel the lack of your presence
Blast from the Past:
U and I are close
To each other; well at least
Close on the keyboard
10/01/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
How can you tell
Oh wave whether your ripple
Will make its mark against the shore
Blast from the Past:
Drop in a puddle,
A rush of waves advancing
Towards nothingness
09/30/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
At the water’s edge
Where the animals come drink,
The crocodile waits.
Blast from the Past:
An anaconda hangs
On the chandelier above.
Proceed if you dare.
09/29/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
The black swan
Curled up like a snake
Over her nest
Blast from the Past:
Regular insects
Transforming at night into
Dazzling fireflies
09/28/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
My eyes awake, and
My mind learns that no recent
Thought made any sense
Blast from the Past:
To sleep and then to dream
Venture beyond the world of
Possibilities
09/27/25 A New Poem for a New Day
I
Hide
To
Not
Fly
So
High
I’d
Die
Blast from the Past:
Painting bedridden,
Flying through a mirror,
Flowers on her corset
(An ode to Frida Kahlo)
09/26/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Stuck in the desert
All I have left to do is
Kneel down on the ground
And accept the bitterness
Of eating my own heart
(Based on Stephen Crane’s “In the Desert”)
Blast from the Past:
Can there be a song
That gathers rain upon this
Neglected desert?
09/25/25 A New Paradelle for a New Day
It was great meeting you there and learning about your life
It was great meeting you there and learning about your life
We formed a connection before we left
We formed a connection before we left
We left our connection there
We left our connection thereWhy can’t we text or speak again? You and me
Why can’t we text or speak again? You and me
We got phones forever in our back pocket
We got phones forever in our back pocket
But you never got back to me
But you never got back to meTo me, we never left
To me, we never left
Our connection there
Our connection there
On the sands of time
On the sands of time
This is my attempt at a paradelle. I found it surprisingly hard to write.
Blast from the Past:
Visit you while home
Talk as if nothing changed
Back to our new lives
09/24/25 A New Poem for a New Day
I walked along the street
Its quiet moments stolen by the loud crowds
Flocking to and fro
Eager men and women
In traffic’s constant flow
As I decide which I should go
Blast from the Past:
Walking down the street,
Envisioning a haiku
Eek! That was a car.