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04/19/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

Heavy dew
Brings out the smell of
Fresh flowers

Blast from the Past:

If you press your ear
Against a seashell, you get
To hear everything.

How long can we stand here
Pretending
Those gods are valid

Blast from the Past:

I am a diamond,
Or at least I hope all of
This stress was worth it

What is a haiku?
Five plus seven then five more
Just an equation?

Blast from the Past:

Inspiration comes
From within your minds eye but
So does writer’s block.

(I’m back with internet, able to post now. Over the next few days, you’ll see me post my haikus from the last few days.)

The smallest of things
Zooms up close after a while
Whispering “Hello!”

Blast from the Past:

Uncover the core
Of the impossible. See
The world around you.

My words keep hyphen-
Ating. My eyes always dash-
Ing to the next line.

Blast from the Past:

blah blah blabba blah
those are your five plus seven
plus five syllables

Questions draw people in,
But pronouncements push them away
Ask questions.

Blast from the Past:

Raise troubling questions
Malleable conventions
Few floating forays

Seconds before the
Big impact is the wrong time
To ask what the point is

Blast from the Past:

Isolated in our
Hulking towers of gray stone:
Evil in nonbeing

The cuscus glances at
His lover across the branch
In the afterglow of sex

Blast from the Past:

What is the point of
Fine roses in the pathway if
You can’t enjoy them?

Stand in line
All we need is
Your compliance

Blast from the Past:

I should fall in line?
For a job? That’s never worth
It in the long run.

How are we
Supposed to build
Our fortresses of resilience
Upon only
Loneliness, stress, and exhaustion?

Blast from the Past:

I keep circling
The vortex of agony:
Cycle of anger