Prose poetry is usually considered a form of poetry written in prose that breaks some of the normal rules associated with prose discourse, for heightened imagery or emotional effect, among other purposes. Arguments continue about whether prose poetry is actually a form of poetry or a form of prose (or a separate genre altogether). Like poetry (intense, sculpted) but without line breaks
MARIE ELENA’S PROSE POEM:
When a mother’s phone insistently wakes her from sound sleep, her ears may hear a ring, but her heart hears urgency. It catches in her throat, and she must swallow it before raising the receiver to greet the caller in as calm a voice as she can muster. She knows before the completion of the one-syllable “Mom” just how critical the situation. If the call is particularly unsettling, her legs, arms, and core begin to quiver. Her body temperature noticeably lowers. As her heart listens, it raises its voice to the heavens, pleading with its Maker for intervention. For healing. For peace. For strength. For grace for the moment, and wisdom for the journey. But mostly for the journey to end with this call.
WALT’S COMPOSED BIT OF PROSE:
IN THE STIRRINGS OF TIDES
The season is slipping away, and I play upon the golden sand a time more. I have stopped keeping score as to how many summers I have squandered (relished) in this lifetime: as the obedient son in my youth; the pubescent ball of raging hormones in my young adulthood. I have been the coalescing boyfriend, fiancee, husband and father – guessing that this place will never grow old. It just starts to get cold as the winds change and the sun retreats, a feat it repeats in an annual dance. The Capistrano swallows know its plight, and it just feels right. The waters leave and roll, extolling in splashes as it lashes the shore and hides once more the mysteries it holds in the stirrings of tides.