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.

Magic Moments

When someone here simply makes mention 
 of what is, locus of attention 
 soon finds itself where 
 those caring to share 
 will see disbelief in suspension. 

This limerick lesson's embossed 
with wisdom, knowing that the cost 
 of writing these words 
 will mean that you've heard 
 the sound of my Love's Labour's Lost.