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.

Particular Waves

Life's a beach, and I'm beach bound; 
beach bag in hand. Waves crash. I've found 
that man and sand can stand and fall 
to water, wind, and nature's call. 

So stand I will at water's edge, 
as if upon a cliff or ledge, 
and leap; the deep a seething mass. 
No air down there. I'll breathe my last 
and dive, arriving wherever after,
air consumed; lungs filled with laughter.