Tragic irony: /
Have all you’ve begged and prayed for,/
Tragic irony: /
Have all you’ve begged and prayed for,/
Even when you’re sad,
alone, and lonely, you can/
Why come I again
to museums? Inspired
to believe I can.
I learn about my
biases, try to include
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When I snap at folks,/
regardless of why, I find/
I don’t like me much.
Writing a haiku/
on Kobayashi Maru/
is hard. Done. I won.
The empty, aching
yearns have returned. I’ve learned. I’m
past treading old paths.
My daughter posted a New Year’s Instagram reel of photos, with Death Cab for Cutie’s song “The New Year” as the background. Watching the 2022 retrospective filled me with melancholy, especially with the lyric: “This is the New Year. I don’t feel any different.”
I’m going into a “Three Year” numerically, a year when I will be happiest and most fulfilled when I’m creatively doing things. With that in mind, my melancholy turned into resolve, and I wrote this haiku: