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Getting up closer.

It's getting towards six weeks since I absconded from Plymouth and settled myself in this tiny haven in S.E. London. I have surprised myself, a little, by the amount of writing I have done, I have even been able to pen a few Sonnets, but I really want to try and change my writing style, I think I want to get up closer to the subject, instead of commenting on the ever changing world vista, or some great lost love of long years since; instead I think I won't to write about a single tear, or a leaf descending during autumn or the ever changing landscape of the back of a hand. Like everything worth doing its proving difficult to make a proper start, the words seem very intimidating, it means of course, like James Joyce discovered, an exploration into my own vocabulary to make changes, use different literary and not so literary ploys, to experiment, well isn't that the best reason of all for making a change.

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  • SheWolfNLust silver member
    November 12
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    i am going through some changing too and my reasons are I want to learn other styles of writting and experience a grow in my writting, my aim is to improve, try a pictureing of a sunset, they really lend their beauty to to a beatufully written poem, I was writting mostly love poems and i wanted to try something about nature, a simple sunset sparked the muse in me and the words flowed, now I am trying to learn haiku and rhyme, both forms of poetry fasinate me

    those are some good thoughts to write about expecialy the one about a tear or the changeing landscapes, cannot wait to see what you come up with as i do enjoy your writtings

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