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Here’s a poem written in prose about an inarticulate philosophy major.
One Month in Construction
What motivates a person is his desire for power. The form of this power has many manifestations and can be put into two categories: material and immaterial. My desire fits into the latter category, namely, the desire to be articulate. Any desire for power implies an obstacle which prevents its immediate possession. In my case, it lies in my genes, or, what I failed to inherit from my parents. My lack is so great that I've been rendered mute in my practical affairs. This speech, for instance is contrived; a mere construction forged outside the territory of the extemporaneous, lacking the fluid kind of freedom, that is, power, which belongs to the naturally articulate. The assumption that practice or hard work can bridge the gap is an illusion in this matter. Like others, the gift of language, is preordained in the gene pool and firmly determined at birth. Though practice can serve to sharpen the tool, the power of its utility is delimited by the insufficiency found in its original construction. This post has been a spectacle of indulgence, reaching for a feeling divorced from my quotidian reality, by expressing it in a way that I could never speak.
  
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A poem written in prose?
What?
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On December 06 2009 22:44 Navane wrote:
A poem written in prose?
What?
Dont limit his art, ok?
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Seems a bit forced, and you don't really need a comma after 'the gift of language'.
3/5
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Hrm? Interesting but perhaps not my style...
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the only thing that really speaks to me, is the title, which could imply that you somehow have been forced to you knees, yet you are resistant to its damage (iron knee hits a floor) and the floor is a dirt floor, implying that your situation is dire allthrough
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Philadelphia, PA10406 Posts
Imagery is what drives poetry. This poem is all telling, and not enough showing.
For example, your title has great imagery that is wholly absent in the poem itself. If you elaborate on the metaphor of the title, in the poem, it'd be a good start to giving this poem some actual life.
Because right now, it's just a boring heap of sentiments, bound in complicated language.
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Oh, and I don't agree. Being articulate can be trained.
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Also I don't think its a poem in prose, but more a haiku with more syllabils
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Interesting style of poetry, not bad though.
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On December 07 2009 03:07 tree.hugger wrote:
Imagery is what drives poetry. This poem is all telling, and not enough showing.
For example, your title has great imagery that is wholly absent in the poem itself. If you elaborate on the metaphor of the title, in the poem, it'd be a good start to giving this poem some actual life.
Because right now, it's just a boring heap of sentiments, bound in complicated language.
I agree with this.
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EPT
