Is it story or prose or poem? Do you show and tell and depict and describe?
Do you take the reader on a little jaunt? A journey? A jolly jog along the poetic prose path where image and sensation and words frolic among the leaves and tramp or circle or swirl into a moment in space or time, a hiccup of light to uncover a shiny trinket of delight.
Great and mighty writers parade before you, who have lifted up and exalted their words. They are crowned and knighted and named noble for their august contributions. Their blood, sweat, tears transmuted into the building blocks of art, literature, even civilization. Cathedrals of marvel and monuments of wonder.
And here I am, admiring their work, drawn to offer up my own tinker toy paragraphs of poetic prose.
PS – These thoughts and impressions came to me as I was researching the definitions of prose poem, free verse, and ode.
Pathway by Free-Photos from Pixabay/filtered from original
Autumn leaves by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay/filtered from original
Castle by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay/filtered from original
Toy Stones by Ulrike Leone from Pixabay/filtered from original
bev says
What a lovely step off the familiar path to meander in thought about words and how we demand they organize … when all they want to do is swirl and build! I vote that we turn them all loose to be free in whatever wind they find! They’re not going to listen to us anyway. That’s not what words are for!
carynwrites says
Right? So true!