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- A Prose Poem
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A PROSE POEM 7608XX
By JCSTREET © 2004
I used to come home to a drifting
haze of late
afternoon
She was a shadow-child
moving in the dim
I remember ... funny how one remembers odd things
... I remember the needle skipping each
time the turntable
jarred at her passing footfall, and
scattered sounds
of teacups
Wet leaves lit in a late sun
scrabbling at the windows the
lawnmower’s outlines becoming vague and unfaithful
through the wineglass at dinner
When she took the wig off it
reminded me of Cinderella
the glass slipper; funny really
. . . I don’t know why
--30-- Victoria, British Columbia, 1976
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoThis poem is filled with wonderful visual images and builds to a heartwarming resolution.
YDDalmost 20 years agoYesterday this author posted as strong an example of a prose poem (titled "Semtex") as you are likely to see here on Literotica.
Today he posts one that he calls "A Prose Poem".
I hate to disagree,
but this is far more "poem" than "prose".
The format alone belies the prosety,
but that doesn't mean that you should not read and enjoy this work.
It is very good
and you should.
A highly recommended read
Anonymousalmost 20 years agoa reader can feel as though she's in the place you're writing about. I felt it, saw it, heard it. I formed a complete picture of it without even trying. That is what I love most about poetry--the ability to transport someone, to convey feeling and image strongly. Thank you.
tarablackwood22almost 20 years ago...and controlled. "funny how one remembers odd things...the needle skipping...scattered sounds of teacups..." That is a writer who knows where he is going and how to get there.
