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.

Fade Away Soldiers

I’ve watched old soldiers disappear, 
while I sat there, like there was here. 
So, here I sit, and write of soldiers 
disappearing, heads from shoulders. 

'Soldier on!', I’ve heard them whisper 
from a distance as close as this. For
I've watched old soldiers disappear 
while I sat there, like there was here. 

‘On what’, I asked them, ‘should I soldier 
here? I'm clearly getting older 
watching old soldiers in despair 
while I sit here, like here was there.’ 

This is where they disappeared, see,
so you know my mission clearly. 
I watch old soldiers disappear 
while I sit there, like they're right here.