Weird.

A.N.

I don’t know why I have to write such long poems,
why I have to paint a canvas with long strokes.

 

I don’t know why I’m rushing life,
or maybe I have it wrong.
Life is rushing me.

 

I guess I can say what I want to say
in a short stanza.

 

Weird.

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  • Published: August 27th, 2026 13:36
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  • sorenbarrett

    Less is more in this poem and in most all others as well. Nicely said A.N.

    • A.N.

      Thank you!

    • soheil khodaparasti

      Not weird at all, dear poet. Sometimes the shortest words carry the deepest truths.

      • A.N.

        Thank you! Indeed they do!

        • soheil khodaparasti

          You are welcome.



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