Hemingway

no matter where i stood,

i could see the ocean on all sides of me,

clear blue and teal glistening in the light,

seafoam and seaweed and some broken glass.

we walked down the sidewalks lined with Jamaican caper.

it was hotter in key west, we were closer to the sun.

you lost yourself again, but at least the coffee was good.

i saw Ernest Hemingway’s house and other haunted places,

bleeding heart vines, limes and oranges and thatch palm,

we ate Cuban food and looked at art.

i know you don’t know how to love,

and i’ve seen some things that might have brought me bad luck.

but still, i drank my coffee, and stray cats came to 

rub their heads against my leg, stretching and 

yawning beneath the bushes at the Hemingway house.

creeping indigo, and fresh blue paint,

the locals know how to keep the ghosts out of their homes,

i should have asked them for advice. 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! well done says i! nice tribute to the man ... especially enjoyed the imaging with streets, houses, colors and all the feel of the sea .. well done!! thanks for sharing
E.

[jaye river]

i'm glad you enjoyed, thank you for reading!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and they were of the six=toed variety...I had one of those for a very short time...couldn't house train it...
much like Ernest...couldn't be tamed...Less is more...My favorite writer, Hemingway.
and this poem makes the reader feel him...
nicely done,
j.