Brevity is the soul of wit. A haiku, in my opinion, is the purest form of poetry. It encapsulates an idea in a few choice words, distilling out any peripheral imagery. Similarly, a popular but unsubstantiated work of flash fiction attributed to Ernest Hemingway, goes:
For Sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.
In six words, this piece establishes the enormity of the emotion. There are numerous websites that have some exemplary examples of similar work. This week I’ve attempted to write something similar with a sci-fi and fantasy flavour, titled “An Ode to Oz and Chaos Theory”.
A butterfly flapped its wings. A tornado blew in Kansas and Dorothy lost her way.