
Collapse of my life
To listen but hardly hear
What’s in it for you?
Blast from the Past:
How can you stand with
Those who have fallen if you
Are on your two feet?
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Collapse of my life
To listen but hardly hear
What’s in it for you?
Blast from the Past:
How can you stand with
Those who have fallen if you
Are on your two feet?

To build something that
Outlives you, you must learn how
To change the wind’s course.To change the wind
Is just to spin new wind
Upon the wind pastWind is just what was
Its remnant waves cascading
To form what now isEverything is wind
Endlessly forming
Today’s piece is a haiku sonnet.
Blast from the Past:
The day I realize
I’m just chasing after wind
Is the day I’m free.

To build something that
Outlives you, you must learn how
To change the wind’s course.
Blast (or maybe breeze) from the Past:
All that will remain
Of my former self will be
The heralding wind

The blackness of life
First sword of the lightning bolt
Invisible chasm
Blast from the Past:
When the world goes dark,
We get to see the brightness
Of the stars above.

Title: “Relationshipped”
Had intense passion
Attained the pursuit
A relationshipTo see it slip
Into nothing
DepletingAll that persists
Is tiredness
At the idea of
Another one
This is an anagrammatic poem. I can only use the letters of the word in the title.
Blast from the Past:
If
I
If I
If I would
If I would let you
If I would let you go fully
This second one is a Fibonacci poem, where the syllable counts follow the Fibonacci sequence: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQR1NY03zIA. Mathematically, the Fibonacci sequence is about adding the previous two numbers together to make a new number, so I replicated that by starting with two words “If” and “I” and after each line adding words more to the previous line to change the meaning of the statement.

All the lonely souls
What is felt is what is lived
Half-tones of the soul
Blast from the Past:
It is loneliness
That helps us see the glitter
In the broken pot

Smashed against the wall,
Big waves ricochet into
Small pushes and pulls
Blast from the Past:
The higher the wave,
The greater the joy for the
Rock that can break it.

To say’s to renew
Nothing is of use to me
I will go with you
Blast from the Past:
One day, we’ll look back
Fondly on this crying, “What
Morons we once were!”

The false broken sky
Where did the lost eagle go?
Where life’s not painful
Blast from the Past:
My feet know where I
Need to go, even while I’m
Lost inside my head…

Alone in the night
Matter has offended me
Life well spent feels long.
Blast from the Past:
The sun’s radiance
Finally gives way to the
Long sigh of the moon