He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
He drooled and slobbered in the end;
Truth dribbling his chin.
Leave a guest comment (subject to review)
Comments
-
Being orphaned while in the same house as my parents, I was adopted by television, so... I'm reminded of Fonzie of Happy Days, how he couldn't say, "I'm sorry" He hemmed and hawed whenever that response was required. That is the guy that Hemingway speaks of...truth didn't come easy, like a baby trying to walk I suppose...and when he did finally manage to spit it out, there wasn't anything pretty about it.
-
Once it begins to flow, there is no stopping truth. This is classic and will never be anything less than sensational.
~Pamela 
-
From guest PrabhuDayal Khattar (contact)
This is indeed a truth of life and the weakenesses of life is shown here in this verse so beautifully... -
src='http://img.allpoetry.com/images/smile/rofl.gif'>
I know how it feels to be worried of spilling my guts to anyone about the way I feel and mouth being dry as hell until I get started. Seems once you get your foot in the door and release one comment they all just keep on flowing and by the end, yes drooling and slobbering all over the place to the point that you look back and say, uhh what happened?
I like it. Interesting lines. First I've ever read of Hemingway and I think I need to bookmark this for more reading in the future. 
aimee jo
Adding your comment:
