A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
A name change or a
Hollywood facade can't hide
the rot and ruin
The rain and sun shake
hands and with a wink and a
nod confuse us all
You've been looking through
the wrong end with myopic
straining, missing all
From within the light
flecked bushes two eyes sparkled
blinked and then were gone
Acquiesce or rage
against unyielding forces
either ends the same
The all-powerful
I devours us, crushing
the collective we.
Waste your time like a
teen as the bell tolls warning
eternity's nigh
Within the darkness
there remains a light, small
but high-spirited
On the wind a whiff
of smoke awakens fear of
another forest fire
With planks in our eyes
and stones for glass breaking we
wait impatiently
The skeletons spill
out of the closets and scare
the ghosts at the feast
You can cling to a
life raft helplessly or raid
the seas guns blazing
Light breaks through the clouds
in life as in nature and
bathes us in blest warmth
Between fate and toil
there exists, perhaps, a world
where things turn out fine
I wandered lost in
my memories and dreams like
a motherless child
The city once known
so intimately is now
veiled, aloof, transformed
Twist of fate or a
knife it really matters not
since it's all a game
A delicate web
so dangerously beautiful
is designed for death
Life is fragile like
a soap bubble built from a
child's breath floating free
Your smile inverts time
taking me back through our life
to the first shared kiss
The whispering drapes
danced in the breeze scattering
the bright morning light
You clawed your way up
to what seemed like the apex
to find an abyss