
Traveling
More and more to see
Until they all whittle down
Into exhaustion
Blast from the Past:
We like to think of
Our scenery as unique
Until we travel
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Traveling
More and more to see
Until they all whittle down
Into exhaustion
Blast from the Past:
We like to think of
Our scenery as unique
Until we travel

Road winding along the mountain’s edge
Peaks crest on both sides as they fall
Slowly into the ocean
Sun setting behind
All fall into
The same line
My eyes
Do
Today I wrote a nonet. The first line is 9 syllables; the next one’s 8, all the day down to 1.
Blast from the Past:
Each morning we gaze
At the same sun

Dolphins
Surfing on its waves
They come play
With this strange boat thing
(Today, I wrote a lune or “American Haiku“, which follows 5-3-5.)
Blast from the Past:
The waters rush forth
Towards where the dolphins leap,
And the moon beckons.

Looking for cozy?
Open for offers?
Ready for your next adventure?
Meet PearlLegendary
Kite for some beach fun
A rad base
Complete with cafe and beer garden
Sleep comfortablyNature spent the last 250 million years crafting her canvas
Don’t take our word for it
Warn others
(From this poem, I compiled clips from ads I saw.)
Blast from the Past:
The hustle is real
You will need experience
Ride for free after

Silence
Nothing to watch
No new thoughts, just silence
Stirs my mind awake to its
Worries
This is my attempt at a cinquain poem.
Blast from the Past:
Hell fire emanates
From within the recesses
Of my wounded soul

The fly that flees past
Pretty princess among crumbs
Pageant of the mist
Blast from the Past:
Oh butterfly, where
Are you fluttering your wings
So quickly towards?

Mountains, mountains, and
Then even more mountains, and
Mountains after that
Blast from the Past:
Islands of mountains
Rising up from the sea of clouds
A Bhudda statue

The enchanted dream
Of stupidity, nothing
Is worth the trouble
Blast from the Past:
Ordinary family
Distorted self-perception
Stupid importance

Some days you have time
To think up a great haiku,
Others this must do
Blast from the Past:
This is the haiku
That never ends. Keeps going
On and on… Oh wait.

I often wander
I am the size of what I see
The end of the earth
Blast from the Past:
Never really here
My mind travels distances
I have never seen