EPIGRAPH:
When you start to live outside yourself, it’s all dangerous.
–Ernest Hemingway (1899 – 1961)
write safe words never utter crowd out white space press a dull nib dipped in life ink pour more than enough to cover horizonless pages of sheerest all color streaming into one blinding plane as searing brave light tears through mortal like piercing angel eyes and demon death breath only faith fire shall forever drown in heavy deep black and burgundy wet that conceal truth when written over and over each other collapse cells until that you inside cannot escape
d’Verse poetics prompt:
One true sentence
The d’Verse challenge was to pick one of Hemingway’s quotes to be inspired by and write a poem. Do NOT use the quote in your poem, but please do include the quote on your post page somewhere, with Hemingway’s name as the source of inspiration.
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
I enjoyed this one! By the time I’d finished I was left with the impression of writing lines – 100 times “I will not talk out of turn”
heeheehee
Read and reread, smothered and bothered, put bravely, bravely put, poured out, caved in.
💕 thanks, Sean 💕
-David
Excellent capture of the feeling and intensity of danger. (K)
☠️ Kerfe ☠️
I felt the sensation of drowning in that death breath and we are prisoners inside. Good one!
💖 thanks, Grace 💖
I can really feel how the poem tries to break the skin of itself, always returning… I have a sense of s spiral or a helix in your thought.
You’re dangerously intuitive, Björn
❤
David