Pamela A. Lamppa
Pamela A. Lamppa
Apr 11, 2011

The Piper (Poetic Prose)

There is an ethereal space where man defies gravity and bends supple as a deity.  It is here he rises before stars and radiates inner spirit from his heart; allows eyes to surface, views the softer venues of a woman's breasts, and finds her allure a powerful voice that beckons him to follow.

She is the piper, sensual with song to all who quiver in her wake, and she knows herself in all that is pure; all that is beautiful. She rises above his character and soars in the company of clouds and angels in her own light. 

He found her mid lilies, bathing with the wise Koi where sun's setting red rays rode upon their metallic scales and cast them as swimming gold.  They swished their fanned fins around her thighs, tickled nipples with feathered tails, and nuzzled her silken hair with aromatic, heady breath in rippled water.  She moved as one of them; smooth without splash -- and she spied him watching her.  She teased with naked breast and bare leg; smiled with soft whispers at water's edge before fixing her eyes upon his stare.  There would be no mistaking her intent as he offered his hand and she accepted.

They drank their passion beneath the rustling bamboo, coupling as poured lemon and cane sugar in their twining.  Toes touched cool water, eyes held each other's gaze, skin blushed like pink petals on white pond lilies, and they soared with the stars behind the white light of moon glow. 

He slept while she basked.  Obsession spent, she rolled into the pond, swishing feathered tail and transformed limbs in a silver shimmer of love and angel light. 
 

He awoke alone beneath starlight and pondered.  Moments with this missing maiden had been intoxicating, laced with exhilaration beyond mere touch.  She had presented before him in a vision of radiance that defied gravity and rose above his mortality; he understood her as "Goddess."

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Prose/Poetic Prose Though the name of the form may appear to be a contradiction, the prose poem essentially appears as prose, but reads like poetry. In the first issue of The Prose Poem: An International Journal, editor Peter Johnson explained, "Just as black humor straddles the fine line between comedy and tragedy, so the prose poem plants one foot in prose, the other in poetry, both heels resting precariously on banana peels." While it lacks the line breaks associated with poetry, the prose poem maintains a poetic quality, often utilizing techniques common to poetry, such as fragmentation, compression, repetition, and rhyme. The prose poem can range in length from a few lines to several pages long, and it may explore a limitless array of styles and subjects. POETIC PROSE: Reference - http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5787

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: New England - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Robert Frost

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Comments

Race_9togo

Your prose poetry piece intrigues me; I like prose poetry, but I've run out of time, so I'll come back to critique later today if I can.

Pamela A. Lamppa

Thank you. You are most welcome to use this write up for your blog. Just do be certain to credit the source with the link I provided.

I am pleased you enjoyed this work. Thank you again.

~Pamela

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Pamela A. Lamppa

Thank you for such a splendid review. I do believe I am blushing. *smile*
I will have to check out C.S. Calverely? Would love to read your parody as well.
Do share when you have a moment.

Thanks again. ~Pamela

Nordic cloud

Seduced by words and prose,
of subtle magic pose,
and posies gleaned from water gold,
we find ourselves in tales so woven delicate,
delicious, and swoon at perfumes there beneath the trees
as you regale us with stories told of old.

For it feels like some ancient myth so tinted with colours
and words so fitting to that era of the romantic.

We should sleep well after this poem Pamela, thank you
and love from Ann

S

So it's basically free verse in paragraph form? Sounds similar to the manner in which a fairy tale would be written. Sorry for no suggestions as this is still unfamiliar territory for me. i might try my hand at it as I'm one of those who learn best by doing lol..............scribbler

Pamela A. Lamppa

Not exactly. There is nothing worse than prose written in poetic format. Prose is prose and poetry is poetry.

Here are some links that may help to define the differences for you.

Prose and Poetic Prose

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prose_poetry

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5787

VS

Freeverse

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free_verse

http://library.thinkquest.org/3721/poems/forms/free.html

Intersting: http://www.usingenglish.com/forum/literature/138973-free-verse-vs-prose…
READ MrPendantic. - I like this thought process

and another:

http://www.poemtree.com/articles/PoetryOrProse.htm

So many fine lines but definitely different.
Let me know your thoughts.

Thank you for taking the time to read my words. Most appreciated.

~Pamela

K

Some of my earliest work was in poetic prose. I was more into spiritual teachings then.
Adyashanti is a master at prose poetry in his teachings, he also writes beautiful poetry.

But then again, we're all mermen and mermaids, having started life with gills.

Thank you for sharing. If I may:

There is an ethereal space where man defies gravity and bends as supple
remove (as)
as a deity. It is here that he rises before the stars and radiates
(it is here he rises)
inner spirit from his heart; allows eyes to surface, views the softer
(lose view, replace with feelscc the softness)
venues of a woman's bosom, and finds her allure a powerful voice
(lose venues, lose bosom and add breasts)
beckoning him to follow.

The rest is as superb as it can get, Pamela.

~A

Pamela A. Lamppa

These are excellent changes and I love the way they work in this prose.
Thank you so much.
I do not know "Adyashanti" but will do some research. Sounds like his teachings and prose poetry are a must read. Thank you for this.

Most appreciated.

~Pamela

wesley snow

I'm obviously missing something. I thought your piece a work of prose. Marvelously descriptive language, but prose. I think prose can be as equally lovely as any poem. Prose lacks some of the characteristics of poetry- certainly rhyme is seldom used, but I have read clever essays in Time magazine that snuck them in. The carefully repetitious meters of a poem are now regularly eschewed by free verse poets (though I think that makes for bad poetry), but I'm not sure its use makes poetry. I think I am adequately mixing this up even more. I don't think merely saying that poetry uses line breaks and prose paragraphs is going to cut it either.
Your little story was a jolly good read, but in my simplified world I would call it very good prose.
wesley