It is very hard to write this way, beginning things backward…
–The Torrents of Spring (1926)
Standing at the edge of the water,
alone, at sunset, remembering the
innumerable times you begged me
with a happy, hopeful smile
to come to watch them with you
and I declined. And all the rest too.
There is no other part to this story
that is worth telling.
Trapped in flesh-suffocating regret,
a tar I flail to escape that snaps
me back to inert suffering yet again.
Held still as survival receptors
mock. Superstitious holiday where
shadows of clear never go away.
I am today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. I say:
Your challenge today, should you choose to accept it, is to pick ONE of Hemingway’s quotes to be inspired by and write a poem.