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.

Valkyries

Conspicuous absences, lapses, and doubt bring 
certainty, curtain calls, and fat ladies shouting 
with voices enjoined, coining phrases designed 
to send happy endings, when thusly combined. 

Sing thee and bring me Spring, Summer, through Fall 
to enter my Winter, and when I hear your call 
to pass, I’ll ask not what, wherefore or why. Reason
relates, through times and dates, to each and every season.