The Irony Poem

Verbosity, that
desperate attempt to capture
elusive grandeur

whilst tolerating
the demands for concision,
far too limited

unappreciated
in their much impatient eyes.
Verbosity is

like running down a
poetic road of haiku
looking for the word

that escaped from the
tip of your tongue, just as you
were about to speak.

Verbosity is
the need to repeat yourself
while you are looking

for those missing words.
Verbosity and tangents,
verbosity and

tangents. Slow decay
of a beautiful art form
that’s bending

to the creative
liberties of the verbose…
concision slayer.

Verbosity, that
desperate attempt to capture
elusive grandeur

while diving face first
into the summation of
a decreasingly

relevant poem,
about fluffy kittens or
the status of the

universe perhaps?
Perhaps within the happy ramblings
you happen to find the missing words,

somewhere in the realm of
realising that your form
is starting to slip;

before correcting
it again, and resuming
verbose adventures.

Verbosity, that
desperate attempt to capture
elusive grandeur,

the ability
to say far too much and yet
say far too little.

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I enjoyed making this a little too much. Drawn from the tangential inspiration of today’s Daily Post prompt, faraway, for NaPoWriMo day 6! Happy writing everyone! Cheers! -MC

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