prose poetry – Reveries That I Call Poetry

No title would do it justice for now

May I have your attention? Big companies pay large sums for it; I can’t afford that much. What I can offer is to reciprocate your intention… You may have my attention, if you show that you care. It’s not as difficult as it might seem; I’ve read that writing you’ve shared. Those lines have spoken to me. Had you meant them, just know I felt cared for.

Navel-Gazers

A poet was there just navel-gazing, too unbothered to even care for people around him acting the same. That’s when, by chance, his eyes glanced at her navel; they gazed. The paragon of grace, that’s what he said.

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We Raised Up A Beast

My free verse, where are you going? Breaking that line, you’ve grown up a monster. You’ve gone too far, when a few words would do it. Argh, you started looking like a prose.

(By the way, you look pretty…
ugly, you know.)

Now you constraint yourself
to a word or two
to be disguised as a poem.

You like to believe you have a lot to say. “Not so fast… Poet, don’t stand in my way. You granted me freedom of movement.”

‘Right, but time to sleep.
Tomorrow I hope I find you under my bed.

T!el Fajardo
Mar. 4, 2024