The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
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
Rainbows, waterfalls,
Mist, and sun sun all come and go
In the Fiordlands
This one is about Fiordland National Park in New Zealand, one of my favorite national parks to visit in the world. I saw more rainbows there in three days than I think I did anywhere in the world, for example, and the mountains constantly shift between weather extremes throughout the day, completely changing the landscape in the process.
Blast from the Past:
The rain must be drums
Upon the water’s surface
For the fish beneath
More of my photos from Fiordland National Park:
Is the waterfall
Concerned with whether each drop
Gets all the way down?
(I wrote this haiku while on the road without enough internet access to post it day of, so I posted later when I internet.)
Blast from the Past:
Yes, waterfalls flow
Without purpose or plan but
With much direction and force
Emerging intent