I am a public high school teacher and a freelance writer. Passion led me here and I am happy to be sharing my thoughts with you.
As writers, do you remember a time when you were caught between the two, like two lovers torn amid? Whom did you choose, Prose or Poetry?
There was a writer full of passion
To him it was a tough decision
Once caught between two loggerheads
Poetry or prose, whom shall the soul heeds?
Prose is rigid, long and boring
Grammatical follow up to meaning
Like Apollo who’s calm and loyal
As he tells his life’s story, he was loved magical
Poetry is provoking, adventurous and uncertain
A rebellion to traditional rhyme scheme
Like Dionysus who’s madness and spontaneity
Overflows in pleasure and wild frenzy
The writer torn with the two
Prose promises to build a life, long and lasting
Poetry says let’s get lost in time
Is living the moment a crime?
He contemplates quite a number
Whom does the heart prefer?
Beguiling muses he still admires
To literature he gathers advice
Undecided in this quandary
Like two lovers torn amid, she says
You can play the lyre or drink wine
But you can’t have both at the same time
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on March 31, 2021:
A nice poem contemplating the quandary choosing to write poetry or prose. I like both, but poetry will always be my first love.