A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
In the light I see
the beauty of everything
until the sun leaves
The fickle fates take
the best of us first leaving
the dregs to remain
Fairytale endings,
at least with the Brothers Grimm,
climax in violence
Intravenous
pirate ships come to maraud,
plundering your cells
They can stretch, fill, and
tuck, but time will have its say
and tell its story
Accords are cored by
hollow words on hallowed ground
stained with blood and ink
Identity masked
by words meant to convey a
truth that instead shrouds