When I was still in school, my German teacher would always tell me I didn’t write enough. While others put down eight, ten or even eighteen pages at times, I was done after three to five pages. And yet, I managed to say what I meant and was able to score good grades nevertheless.
How many words does it take to say enough?
We probably all know people in classrooms, meetings or conferences that keep on rambling even though everything important has already been in their first few sentences. They just keep repeating themselves, but more words doesn’t always mean more content.
Make your words count.
And then there are times when we just can’t say enough about something so beautiful, breathtaking, delicious, amazing. We just need ot use our words to remind ourselves and others of the wonders this world has to offer and not everything is as dark as it seems. Our words can uplift, encourage and create.
Make your words count.
And sometimes words fail us. We experience things that don’t need words. Suffering that words cannot fathom, darkness that swallows our every thought, questions too big to put into coherent sentences. All we can do is to be silent and bear witness to what is happening.
Let your Yes be a Yes and your No be a No.
Make your words count.
This is part of the Hopewriters Spring Writing Challenge. But incidentally, it also fits nicely to today’s prompt on Five Minute Friday. Come write with us!
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Yes!
Thanks, Tara!
I am getting to the place
where each poem could be the last.
The knowledge is a kind of grace,
but I’d best write more, and fast!
The last one wasn’t quite enough;
it clicked but also clunked,
don’t want to be known for writing stuff
sometimes good, but often stunk.
The next one will be better yet!
I promise, for sure, you’ll see!
Go to Vegas, place a bet
on my skill in poetry!
But in the end it’ll have to stand
in the care of Another Hand.
Thank you so much for showing up so faithfully and using your words oh so well!
I agree with you. Saying what needs to be said in few words is like art. Rambling us for snake oil salesmen.
Thank you, Jane!