A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
Birds gather on the
branches waiting for someone
to toss them some food
Blood runs in the streets
and they lift their skirt hems to
avoid getting soaked
The tide pulls with an
irresistible force towards
the deep boundless sea
Return to those half-
forgotten promises that
you made to yourself
Don't look back but towards
the horizon and watch a
new day dawn brightly
Light fades quickly and
gives way to the darkness that
lingers so so long
In the stone garden
thick ice covers every
surface — obstinant