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.

Mornings Do

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, it’s a word you've heard before. 

So, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, hear me praise the Lord once more!

Praise the day! Awake, and see.
Dawn alights, bright as can be!
See between the sky and sea, 
a morning’s dew through poetry. 

 Early morning lighting here highlights my writing 

as what I have to say dawns, like a new day. 

It dawns on me now that what you read may allow 

you to see mornings do wonders for you too.