To Prose Or Prose Not « Written Whispers

To Prose Or Prose Not

December 9th, 2008

This bit of randomness was oddly enough inspired by some late night reading of William Blake. I lovingly blame my husband who bought me a beautiful book of his collected works for my birthday. I love you, Hunny!

Twas a poet and didn’t know it,
For I wrote this poem and didn’t show it.
Downwards scribbles my wand of ink,
Hastily scribbling every thought that I think.
With cat in lap and muse in heart,
I patiently wait for my brain to fart,
And splatter my pages with green and gold,
Of faeries, and dragons, and dreams untold.

Twas a poet and didn’t know it
For I wrote this poem and didn’t show it.
As fish to sea and bird to sky,
No one really wonders why,
My pens all starve and my fingers cramp,
And I stay late into the night under ink splattered lamps.

Twas a poet and didn’t know it
For I wrote this poem and didn’t show it.
Pages pass me in a trance like blur,
And now my lap is covered in fur.
Still words pass from soul and hand,
Of ice, and fire, and far off land.

To prose or prose not.
It is not a demand.

Nor- is it ever a question.

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