The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
May you read my words
As if they were more humble
Than I intended
When I originally
Put them on paper for you
Blast from the Past:
I wrote this haiku in Python, a programming language.
def haiku_maker():
for x in [5, 7, 5]:
print(random_word(x))
People who get lost
In their fantasies struggle
With reality.
Eventually, their bubble
Will have to burst in their face
Blast from the Past:
Loosen the chains of
Reason and bathe in the sea
Of your fantasy
(My poem for today is a tanka.)
Bolting to the street
In such a rush I forget
To even decide
How I will get around or
Even where I am going
Blast from the Past:
Rapids rinse water
Free of color – too rushed to
Reflect its world back
As my eyelids close,
The constant blares of traffic
Help to remind me
That the city does not join me
In slowly drifting to sleep
Blast from the Past:
A massive skyline
Peeks to seek, to spot, to scale
Manicured mountains