Prose poetry is still one of my favorite forms. The prophets in scriptures often perforce, tumble into it to express what they see and here. Prose poetry makes the most sense to me, it’s a big room, and includes more of what is.

It uses more of ourselves-heart, head, body, soul, spirit, limbs engulfed more in and by Love (which seems to be one of the main points of being here-incarnation, that is!). Maybe we never express what we know all the way, but it’s fun watching people try in the long human story. Came across one section by a favorite poet Rilke today,
about the inner intrinsic glory of daily things.

Like this section of what he was trying to encounter and name well. Maybe we should be telling todays news in prose poetry, or try to live in it. It’s closer to what Reality is really like. Anyway, here’s some lines i liked today from Rilke (ninth elegy)! I added the last line myself. I like to dialogue with the poets, and add my two cents, or lines from time to time, it helps me enter in to their best thoughts…

Are we here, perhaps, for saying: house,

bridge, fountain, gate, jug, fruit-tree, window –

at most: column, tower……but for saying, realise,

oh, for a saying such as the things themselves would never

have profoundly said. Is not the secret intent

of this discreet Earth to draw lovers on…

(and into themselves, that is, what they really are in song).