Maybe you were meant
To be lost, this unknown
Spot on the map is
Exactly where you were
Supposed to be all along
Blast from the past:
Everything we want
Is so crystal clear until
We win possession
07/20/26 A New Tanka for a New Day
Tag: tanka
07/18/26 A New Tanka for a New Day
I would expect storms
To take over these calm waters.
It’s getting ready
To explode in my little
Teacup inside which I hide.
Blast from the past:
New definition
Of class—having the means to
Afford a break down.
07/12/26 A New Tanka for a New Day
Can you ever really meet
Someone new anymore, or
Have you gotten too
Many scratches to build with
Anything like a clean slate?
Blast from the past:
You saw me as just
A part of your day. To me,
You were my day.
06/27/26 A New Tanka for a New Day
When death comes for me,
I want to walk through that door
Brimming with the wonder
Of bride who took
The world in her arms
Blast from the past:
Stones and pottery
Once teeming with life
Now encased forever
06/18/26 A New Poem for a New Day
The lights flicker in the darkness
As I gaze out the high rise window
Cars and bikes halt
On streets too narrowThey try to rush to work
Among the vast expanse
Of restaurant chains
That they can’t afford
Blast from the past:
In a new city
As the fervor of the day
Transforms into night,
I lie here remembering
That I’m just a hollow shell.
02/01/26 A New Tanka for a New Day
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))
01/18/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
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
01/05/26 A New Tanka for a New Day
(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
10/31/25 A New Tanka for a New Day
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