Five Little Bones: A Tiny Monostich Collection

 “All you have to do is write one true sentence.

Write the truest sentence that you know.”

Ernest Hemingway 

I often think the best definition of a monostich (a one-line poem) was given by Ernest Hemingway in A Moveable Feast. He was addressing something else, but it fits 100%: to write a monostich, “all you have to do is write one true sentence.” That's it.

So here are the five true sentences that came to my mind on February 9, apropos of "bones" (#vss365 prompt):

#1 

BONES TO DUST

My bones are theirs; that's all they're getting.

#2

EVEN NOW

Your heart still warms my bones.

#3

INGRAINED

I wanted to go with your smile, but my bones said otherwise; they know me better.

#4

DEEP DOWN

Underneath glowing euphuistic* skin, your true bones skulk, boiled yet still sharp, like crooked rhymes.

#5

ON THIS DAY

The ghosts of their bones still linger, murk clinging to the mind; I wait for the sun to rinse my soul.

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* - I feel like a stand-up comedian explaining a joke, but it's just that (for once) there's no typo: "euphuistic" is an actual word. Euphuism was a fashionable literary style during the Elizabethan era. Extremely 'precious'. 😎