I’d like to be pithy
I want to be brief
But the words keep on pouring
It beggar’s belief
I start with a sentence
I then make it two
I’ll be up to a million
Before I am through
I’ve poured out my anger
My pain and my grief
Transferred it to paper
It’s such a relief
And then there are tales
More happily told
Some memories to share
Before I’m too old
Just keep it short
To myself I’ll say
Then rattle on regardless
The very next day
I’ve thought for a while
That I’d like to be curt
But pithy reflections
Can’t handle my hurt
I just witter on
Rejecting the terse
Although sometimes it works
When I try it in verse
(Martin A W Holmes February 27 2011)
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