A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
A sonorous ship's
horn echoes across the dark
river mournfully
The blood is up to
our knees, but pretend it's just
a big screen TV
Pine needles crackle
underfoot amid the warm
waning summer days
The metallic taste
of the smoke and the missing
posters remain etched
The light already
fading by the time you read
this, but warmth remains
Adonis once, now
twisted and aged but his voice
still exudes beauty
Belabor the point
or point the finger like a
gun that shoots ill will
Farewell and godspeed
to yet another mentor
who has passed away
This sentence hung on
by a thread until swiftly
sewn back up again
The sunflowers hang
their heads knowing their season
is nearing its end