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A brief on briefness

by Johnny Crimson

Your poem is too long
and I'm not going to read it.
I've severed seven fingers
just trying to type out this monstrous library.

There was a second
between our breaths
when the blue-green sky turned red.
All the neighborhood dogs tucked their tails
and howled out a lullaby for the Moon-Gods to hear.

You see? They should be short, like this.


03/27/2017

Posted on 03/27/2017
Copyright © 2022 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/28/17 at 12:15 PM

I tend to agree, Johnny. With few exceptions, the shorter the poem, the better I like it. The exception being, Whitman's Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking. Although short cannot be the only criteria, but it must be a good ode, such as this one.

Posted by Laura Doom on 07/18/17 at 11:00 AM

Stereotyping is quicker, I've found, and though the pointed fingers tend to dull the double-edged sword-play, hyper-hyphenation infuses it with a dash of pseudo-brevity.
My comment is longer than your poem; point taken.

Posted by George Hoerner on 07/26/17 at 06:57 PM

Which has to be written better the shorter or longer poem? I suspect the longer but maybe not. Sorry but I don't count my words. Maybe I use too many thinking I've something to say. So I'll stop here.

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