A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
The river pushes
ice against the shore grinding
it down (metaphor)
Yell at the walls in
a one-sided exchange and
still manage to lose
Follow through or don't
since in the end it's on you
and no one else, pal
The strong morning light
spotlights a single mourning
dove waiting for food
Set regrets alight
and forget about any
new resolutions
Trampled confetti
and a busted noisemaker
tell the night's story
It's a prance not a
gallop and a joyful shout
not a growl or groan