Todays attempt at composing
My drawing final
Ended in mixed results I would sketch hands
In different sizes and shapes and angles
With my growing dissatisfaction
I happened to not rebuke the old idea and try to rethink the poem all over.
I made an attempt to restructure the poem. Maybe seeing it differently would shed some new ideas.
I am more confused as a result
Concentrating a lot on one verse which contrasts enormously in comparison to every other verse in the poem, the one where it mentions lightning embracing a new practice.
Its the odd one. Its oddity clearly stands out.
I've continued to progress down the poetry book which the poem belongs too. All these poems contain oddities that which stop you in your tracks. a similar experience when reading Vonnegut, sorta.
I must assume the position of pushing outside distractions away. As much as possible.
I have to ONLY think about this poem. How does it affect me? What does it reveal about me? Two parts actually stand out to me from that poem. The title and the one mentioned before.
Silence
Still
Frozen
Eerie
Fragmenting
Taking
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Things I could tell you
Poetryincoherent, inconsistent ramblings about a person trying to reach a consensus with itself
