Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Prose and poetry

Life may be enjoyed, either in prose or poetry

Two distinct styles, bubbling from within

A predictable script, or a daily surprise

Both acceptable styles of living, reflecting inner urge

One from the mind, the other beyond

The story that is the mind, an epic in prose

Cannot be captured in brevity, of a poem

Just outside the grasp of the mind

Lurks not just another world, but an infinite number

They cannot be described with words, whether rich or miserly

Inner poetry spontaneously sings, the music of the soul

The staid prose of the mind, takes the wonder out of life