Hemingway last dance

Just words.

                   Hemingway last dance

I returned Monterey in late May of 2016.  I fell in love with her in 1992. Old Army send me to Fort Ord, California after the Gulf war. The Pacific stole my heart for the second time.

I found the last bar on the pier in Monterey. I found my Hemingway chair and I ordered a whiskey and a beer for Ernest. I wished I had talked with the great man and the writer. I wondered what was his last words, his first words.

I could hear Hemingway speak. We must live, we must die. He, who wasted life, he will taste great sadness when death come knocking at his door.

Hemingway bled red blood like me, he learned war, women, drinking and how to die. How did he reach his final place? Playing Russian roulette alone, knowing he would lose.

Wrong or right. What did Ernest tell us? Did he remember Agnes? Did he remember the wars? Did he just give-up?

I have followed his steps and I wonder.

Is playing Russian roulette alone, final destination for men who wanted everything and nothing.

                                Johnnie

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you really give a strong depiction of the man behind those words, "less is more"--

I love Hemingway...one of my very favorites...
I teach "hills like white elephants" in my lit class...

wouldn't it be something to actually sit and drink a beer with the man...if only that had been possible...
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

It would be a wonderful day to hear him speak. The stories, he could tell us. Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

We live and learn and life goes on- better to have experienced than not at all🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right and you are wrong. Teaching our children war before living and love. Men greatest sin.