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.

Wakeup Call

When you rise, you'll feel just fine,
 understanding yours and mine
 in terms addressing facts and fate,
 connecting things that separate
 decisions listed here and there
 in front of those who sit and stare
 at words thus written with fine feeling,
 finished at this line's revealing.