Beauty And The Beast

A poem is constructed

Of meter and timing

A work of word art

Full of rhythm and rhyming

While prose is but a solid workman, for whom art is a stranger; devoid of artifice and glamour.

Which when placed

In the space

Of a beautiful poem

Might just make

One stammer...

To be sure, prose is a beast, bereft of wistful weft; bringing pain, not with beauty - but, with the arc of a heavy hammer.

-DeRicki