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.

Rhapsody in Rhyme


If music reminds us, let's reminisce a bit. 
Consider each phrase here, so the syllables fit. 
Listen between words you see, or find missing, 
for the pauses that cause us such reminiscing. 

This content can mean, and be seen consequently 
as touching the heart of a matter so gently 
that though it pass by, or fly just overhead, 
it's still better than having left one word unsaid. 

As you follow along with this song, hum the tune, 
and greater your chances to see that, quite soon, 
despite its distractions, didactically speaking, 
you'll find peace of mind in the process of seeking. 

The farther you read of this, knowing how it 
relates to heart matters, and really commit 
to interpretations, translations in kind 
of all the odd things one might expect to find, 

yet be unable to say, or convey, or converse 
about what one’s heart means, or pertains to in verse 
as to sustain its rhythm, this begins then explaining 
the facts of the matter, and thereto pertaining. 
  
To make this sound more like a cogent epistle, 
take note of your humming, and then start to whistle 
the tune in your head. As was said, it's a song 
consisting of whistling whilst listening along. 

Hear this thought. It ignites, as I write this conclusion. 
I write now that fighting might result in contusions, 
and bruising a losing of tempers would bring, 
or worse. If this verse wasn't whistled, we’d sing!
  
That is the reason for such circumstances. 
Thank you for giving these words certain chances 
to fill your attention, considering why 
you're here lending ear, as it mirrors your eye.