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.

A Walk


We took a walk, my friends and I, 
beside the bay; beneath the sky; 
beyond the sound; around the bend; 
to the park, and back again. 

We took a walk as the sun set 
upon the bay, my friends. My pet, 
my babe, my love, my God and I 
took a walk where eagles fly. 

We took a walk, and eagles flew 
from tree to tree above us, two 
mature males, brown tails, white 
heads. Then, we said good night. 

We said good night but meant goodbye, 
because, my friends, the end was nigh. 
The walk we took was our last on Earth. 
So, now we know what a walk's worth.