Using an earlier attempt at light-hearted fun comparing prose and poetry. I believe it fits here.

Ah, so you write eloquent prose.

Full of idioms and metaphors, I s'pose.

You show but don't tell, oh my!

Yet don't reveal until the end is nigh.

Words you count as you type,

Or write. Are they enough? I hear you gripe.

Flash, Short, Novel, Novella, what-have-you!

Struggle to know where it fits, don't you?

Protagonists, and heroes, and their journeys

You add backstories by the gurneys.

Rising action and climax are fun

But the middle rues if it'll e're be done.

But look at us, the poets and the bards.

Writing verse is its own reward.

There's rhythm, a flow, and there's rhyme

And can be finished, literally, in no time.

Just so we can nail the last one

We, as rhymers, are not yet done

For we can also write it as prose

Now that should rub it in your nose.

Have you ever thought thoughts?

Thoughts about where you can play pretend on reality,

Recast its fabric,

and shape something that never could be?

Were you ever enamored by the potential of fooling others?

Of making them think your false reality was more real than false?

Did you ever perform or act out scenes, feeling like you were also a work of art?

Dance out to melodies,

of false lovers and untrue securities.

Of men and women who love eternally,

and shape something that never could be?

Of creasing a fabric in time,

smoothing out the edges and sitting back to read it all from a single vine.

Where terrible events are all congruent to a synonymous ending,

and characters trials and tribulations have final meaning.

Because when living in reality,

Life has no one sequence of events,

It's an unending travel.

An eternity.

Turns and twists,

Some with meaning.

Some with none.

Unlike the books where men and women have one.

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We write, we like and we post and we comment, because if we don't--

Then who will?

If we don't write then who will listen to us?

Absolutely no one.

At some point as I started writing, I started to learn that I was tired of never being listened to.

Unlike other sites, I'm not REQUIRED to review certain posts.

I don't need to go to an adult area to use the f word.

I've earned $7.00 and should have enough soon for a discounted Tesla Cybertruck.

The lady writers here are HOT.

Prose notifications give me an endorphin kick.

3/6/2025

I write because there’s no other choice. To write completes a manifestation of my greatest imagined creations. Not for the weak at heart, writing divulges innermost thoughts and desires, laying wide the door for all to see my weakest – and my strongest - endeavors.

Writing is my dream, unearthed.

was a Time

we wrote on

the mirror

we wrote

wet

behind the ears

after the shower

or dry

with shaving cream

or lipstick smear

or by

sticky note...

to consumer test

our reaction

and resolve

while holding the edge

of the sink

now hands are on

the lap

top

and we write

as we must,

in the mirror.

03.13.2025

Why? challenge @KarenKitchel

I write the things I cannot say

The jagged truths

That make me quake and hide

I write to make sense of myself

Of the world, of beauty

Of my place within it all

I write to make people feel

To laugh, to cry, to understand

This great life adventure

Along with what’s already been highlighted by previous commenters, I write because it flaunts control in a world with no guarantees. Success or failure is not determined by others or outside-influenced excuses. I write to hold fast to the expressive freedom I crave. Writing gives me empowerment to live fearlessly.

I could send my

quirky poetry and prose

to many forums:

contests, websites, who knows.

But my writing go-to place

is a dot com called “theprose.”

I enjoy the posts, comments,

challenges from talented souls.

And the valued feedback is speedy,

making me glad I use theprose.