Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

Get Small

I’m thinking about some of the things that I’ve said,
so as letters I’m writing form words in your head,
 it’s possible now that they may not make much sense,
 perused here, presumably, in your own present tense,
when their reading can cause you to ask yourself why;
   then while searching for answers to look to the sky,
  the planets, the stars, and the expanse of it all,
 so that when you look back, you might find yourself, small;
so small, in fact, that you can stand on each word,
 as soft sounds found pleasing resound, and you’ve heard
  all the words and the sounds that resound when said 
by those, one supposes, who live in your head.

 Consider word rhythms, and what they can do 
in terms simply written, and rhymed just for you.
 Consider rhymes written, with words in between.
Consider this content like you know what I mean.
 Then, as you consider these things in your head, 
perhaps you'll take one more thing yet to be said
 into consideration, as our course has been set.
 A plan has been hatched, and a wager is bet.
 Invest yourself now, and the attention you pay,
 to laughter hereafter, then be on your way!