A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
I woke thinking of
a friend with a breathtaking
smile, dead so long now
Even the haikus
have been commercialized (this
is a sponsored post)
Everyone loves a
simile like a surprise
gift on Christmas morn
Blindly grope looking
for the lost path you were meant
to take long ago
Through the shrouding fog
a doe stood motionless til
startled as I passed
Mass hysteria
for fun and profit is the
newest gameshow hit
Wake up at four, the
starkest hour, take stock and
find time's been squandered
The sunset comes too
fast again forgetting that
we wither without
The rivers flood and
the forests burn, but somehow
they have never met
Arms and legs pumping
furiously to outrun
the fixed finish line
Spotty memories
of late nights and brutal dawns
that swept time away
Let the oligarchs
quiver on their sacks of gold
as flames build from sparks
Snow devils dance and
sing a wicked winded tune
like shattering ice
Digging for treasure
but halfway down you will find
you have dug a grave
Grackles for robins
and snow for sunflowers til
Earth goes round again