Pro’s, not Prose
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?
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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Top Five Reasons I’m a Proser
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
Dream Unearthed
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.
There
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
The Words Are in My Hand
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.