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.

Tell Tale Tails

That freaking snake was six feet long,
and maybe killing it was wrong,
but my dogs do have their rights too!
So that's why I applied my shoe
unto its little freaking head
until that freaking snake was dead!


Of itself, the fence was standing
still. Beyond, were tails demanding
view, two deer. My ears assailed
both doe and fawn along the trail.

To ears, 'two deer' sounds too endearing.
So I walked softly, hardly hearing
deer tails swish from left to right.
True tale, two tails were in my sight.