I fail to see the point of “poetry” that can only be described as prose impersonating verse. Splitting a few deadpan sentences into separate lines and giving them a whimsical title is an insult to the art form.
Sometimes, one must refrain from using certain sounds—vowels and consonants—here, so that they have the maximum impact there. Of course, much depends upon the nature of the thought one wishes to express: a gently musing one may benefit from a succession of similar-sounding words because the alliteration creates a soothing effect, but to construct a climactic moment—a line that culminates in a crescendo—the sounds that produce the pivotal words must be unique.
A Quick Update
Celebrating “To a Swallow”
I spent the past few days in that sweet period after finishing a work when one savours its completion, reciting over and over the lines that have consumed one for weeks.
Revisiting “The Robin-chat”
Presently, I am revisiting a verse from an earlier, completed poem—“The Robin-chat”—which it seems to me I can improve.
Composing “The Muse”
I have also made a start on developing the next sketch in line—“The Muse”—a verse acknowledging Nature as the source of my poetry.
Discarding “An Exaltation”
In addition to this, I have removed from the collection “An Exaltation”, a sketch repeating ideas I have already explored thoroughly in other poems.
