Monologophobia

Circumventing recurrent diction
may be achieved through
carrying Roget perpetually;
consulting said printed information,
although protracted,
guarantees inventive discourse.

Dim-witted individuals
allege verbosity facilitates affectation,
not imaginative lucidity.

Eluding phonemic deja vu
necessarily enhances compositions:
renovating banal communications,
securing vibrant address.

Mundane clich?s,
overused analogies,
numb metaphors
would recede
if all humans articulated
using strict variety.

Inadequate vocabularies,
once supplemented via
regular glossarial reference,
can easily mature:
erudition develops by rote;
defunct lexical units dwindle.

Craftily employed syntax
has idle, hackneyed prepositions
approach redundancy.

Axioms, pliantly transposed
into more diffuse locutions,
gain amplified pithiness:
"Variety is the spice of life", for instance,
post-trimming, transforms:
"multiplicity ensures zesty existence."
Having discarded profligate monosyllables,
newly refurbished proverbs shimmer.
Flabby adages grow lean!

Yesterday, however,
following stern maternal instruction,
consultation between myself and Matthew Wyatt,
psychiatric Doctor, was attended
a propos certain social "impracticalities"
inherent with thesaurus-related "obsessions."

General Practitioner's verdict:
"you have a fear of using the same word twice."
One replied:
"In precise summation, Doc: diagnosis monologophobia?"

Matt, abovementioned PhD holder,
recommended both reading
alongside writing poetry.
To abridge his reasoning:
Poesy, when seeking emphasis,
frequently contains vocables repeated.

Wishing mother's distress alleviated,
tomes containing anthologized Haiku
were personally purchased, then studied:
instantaneous improvements!
See proof below -

"Dull repitition!
Let me emphasise. Dull, dull
dull repitition!"