Man, that “Snowman” poem was a good one. I can’t get over it, actually. Having just written my first of many, many future poems of less than good quality. For me, fiction is so much freer. Poetry is focused; you have to work through every line with a purpose. You need to be careful. I am not careful enough for poetry just yet, I like throwing my weight around a little bit too much. Poetry has implicit limiters that work to hone talent, to shave off the imperfections of careless language. So naturally, as I work towards improving my poetical form, my own talents are being honed. I hate it. I miss the careless musings and ramblings of my prose. “The Snowman” is a perfect example of a form I could never really achieve, but one with a profound power. Its pretty alien to me, actually, the draw poetry has. Most of the poems I like are grand ones about grand things using grand words, and that’s just not what all poetry is.