A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
Lord, let me feel the
same joy as a dog romping
unbound through a field
The stately elm so
alone pined for a forest
or at least a copse
My former home drenched
in the wild scent of jasmine
at night calls to me
The reflection warps,
weaving a false narrative
from our circus world
The sky's the limit
unless its falling again
or so they tell us
Guffaw if you like
or stare in awe as the world
continues to spin
In the darkness of
predawn the past and present
intertwine and fuse