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.

Crutches

Welcome into my mental state.
This is what I’ve been thinking of late, 
related here to clear the air between 
each of the words you see. On screen, 

 a door before you opens. Grace, 
once upon this time in space, 
bears the weighty wants of those who
clutch to crutches like they’re supposed to.

Climb through these rhymes to peaks, ascending 
stares with care. When my knees are bending, 
I pray they play their role, supported 
by that which was just reported. 

I say I pray when my knees are bending. 
So with this brief missive, I'm sending 
out healing feelings, since such is 
the mental state of Grace - on crutches.