Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we
propose to posit prose poetry,
forming forms 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 we've wrought, and revealed thusly;
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

Puff N Stuff

There's nothing to see here. I've nothing to say.
So, nothing is passed between us in this way.
Nothing I think, and then nothing I write
is worth more than nothing. Almost, but not quite.
Thanks for your time, as I rhyme nothing to
puffing. That's enough, when I've nothing to do.