Short

It’s so short
Not fit to snort
Can’t be worn to cavort
Or for a fanciful comport.
So let’s make it long
Stretch it out like a song
Whole notes that belong
To a tune that cannot be wrong.
Mayhaps make it fat
Plopped down serene as a cat
Wide as the sea – make it that,
But never should you make it flat.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “short.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

8 thoughts on “Short”

  1. Shopping for clothing is always a chore. At 5’4”, the average height for a woman in the U.S., I’m too tall for the petite sizes and too short for the regular ones. Pants hang either at just above my ankles or drag on the ground. Skirts and dresses either make me look like I’m trying to reclaim my mini-skirted youth or turn into a dowdy housewife.

    Why should clothes shopping be so hard for someone who is “average”?

  2. A life cut short in the prime, Sadness at the start of the rhyme, You lived on this earth with grace, Lighting a fire within your space, You stunned the world of the word, With writing that was reverred, So young to be snatched away, In this cruel heartless way. As I try to praise your depth of thought,
    The “First 50 Words” is far too short.

  3. A life cut short in the prime,
    Sadness at the start of the rhyme,
    You lived on this earth with grace,
    Lighting a fire within your space,
    You stunned the world of the word,
    With writing that was reverred,
    So young to be snatched away,
    In this cruel heartless way.
    As I try to praise your depth of thought,
    The “First 50 Words” is far too short.

    🙂

  4. She absentmindedly twirled the Claddagh ring around her short right fourth finger then became aware of what she was doing and began to think—does the crown face outwards or inwards to mean a special commitment to someone? She couldn’t remember what she had read when the ring had been given to her. It had been such a long time ago, but it didn’t matter because in whatever direction the crown was facing, she knew her heart and love belonged only to him.

    It had been years since their last encounter, and she wondered if she would ever see him. At times she would agonize over this thought, but her greatest fear was thinking of the possibility that she would never see him again, and this frightened her.

    Her consolation was the Claddagh ring that he had ceremoniously placed on her finger a long time ago as a symbol of their love. She was grateful for it because of its significance, but most of all, because it would always evoke memories of a beautiful and unforgettable past…

  5. Life is short. It is also a single-occurrence event. There is no life prior to birth, and no other life death. The short duration of life and its non-recurring nature causes most decisions to weigh heavily on me. A decision is, after all, the murder of all else that could have been!

  6. Short is the breath that takes your name
    Short is the life that you compel us to live.
    Short is the rain of your benevolence.
    Short is the span between here and nowhere.
    Short is the flight of my imagination.
    Short is this write up, as a consequence, thereof.

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