I wonder, Marcus, if poets should make resolutions. Look at this one, he wants to write a poem that will change someone’s life.
Is it the ability you mock, to be the creator of someone’s life altering event or the sheer vanity of that presumption?
Reality. With ever expanding content clamouring for ever narrowing attention spans, what are the chances someone is going to read your poem and then read it again and then read it well enough to let it seep through the viscous dark?
The only ‘someone’ you can write for is you. The only life that it needs to change is yours. You create your own epiphany. You colour your own darkness. That can’t be a bad resolution.
I grow a new coat
to cover my scars