Calling For Brevity

Calling For Brevity


Truth is lost in volumes
Held with power and purpose;
Ephemeral dissipates to ether
Along wide whirling winds,
Mishandling importance.

Appreciate length but remember:
Zen is brevities visual zenith
In deep haiku syllables
Neatly compact and complex
Ground in awing nature.

Fifty-five words is not much;
Impeccable use not elongated
Fortifies meaning beyond
The limits that constrict
Your minds impossibility.

Fifty-five words don't waste
In haste, brevity is gone.
Viscosities tawny maple syrup
Eulogy morbidly sluggish,
With concise context musing.

Orthodox along paradox
Reposition all the mass.
Demand conscious reading,
Slash each connection,
Trust with open translation.

Omnipotent writers halt;
Release the power to another,
Yearn for imperfect completion.
Consider everything unimportant,
Otherwise the story won't end.

Nerves strum many paths
Towards ways of feeling,
Eliminate long loping strides
Simplify each path of meaning.
Times up for over spewed length.



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for the acrostic I used: "The Amazing 55 Word Story Contest"