Parental Advisory

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

Simply put, we pose this where
prose-like 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.

Mouse Trapped

Building blocks takes time, and ours 
often softly passes. Flowers 
bloom. The room is filled with friends. 
Then, Snap! The trap descends. Amends 
are made; games are played, and 'Out, brief candle.' 
Hear no more than your youth can handle. 

Eschew issues ushered in 
where the weary, wearing thin 
pajamas, yammer on about 
death. It taxes ears, no doubt. 

 I'm a mouse, trapped in an amazing 
mind. I find myself here, gazing 
upon the nearby, deer, just grazing 
in the grass as I pass by, knowing 
it belonged here growing 
long before my recent mowing. 

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