I can't seem to come up with an intimate, touching, gently reflective type of attempt at poetry. It may start out that way but by the third or fourth line, a single word or a phrase changes the initial intent. It becomes darker, maybe harsher. That seems to be my style. The words fail to materialize if I'm not detailing some sort of conflict or an aspect of a theme that's not so pretty. I wonder if it defines me as a negative voice? It's how my thought process unfolds over time. I seemingly need to examine the haze, shadows, distance and darkness. Not because that's what I desire and strive for but maybe that's where the most interesting creatures lurk? Maybe a search for clarity?
And I need a larger vocabulary. It feels like I'm recycling the same words with each attempt. It feels at times that they are all the same poem. Especially after getting down words to a new one. It becomes tiresome and frustrating. I need to put time and distance between each effort so that I can feel the desire to start something new. I don't think that I could ever be very prolific .... at least not until I overcome that barrier.
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