A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
The radio tells
of death and anguish, lying
in your warm bed, pray
A nun stands on the shore
watching the ice flow downriver;
black and white thoughts drift
He wished only to
experience a joy like
his dog at play knew
suddenly awake
before dawn, mind replaying
ancient abasements
Sing out into the
darkness, an offkey bellow
gets the point across
The poet in his
poverty but not poor
life provides a path
Every six months
the dentist determines if
I've kept my promise