Oh, The Horror!

Oh, The Horror!

A Poem by S.S.P.
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pretty simple, short and sweet. speaks for itself (I hope). 7/11/09

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there is a plague of broken bodies

for as far as eye can see

a wretched sea of wizened lives

deceased throughout these streets

 

and it is not the carnage strewn about

or their deaths that baffle me

but how these squandered souls

bereft of life

can walk

and talk

and breathe.

© 2009 S.S.P.


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Poeticpiers, you're nice enough
and your love of rhyme I see
but I prefer the freer forms
found in prose-poetry

and i'm glad that you've found comfort
in the matching up of words
I do it too from time to time
but restrictions for the birds.


History Of Prose Poetry: (courtesy of Wikipedia)

As a specific form, prose poetry is generally assumed to have originated in 19th-century France.

At the time of the prose poem's emergence, French poetry was dominated by the Alexandrine, an extremely strict and demanding form that poets such as Aloysius Bertrand and Charles Baudelaire rebelled against. Further proponents of the prose poem included other French poets such as Arthur Rimbaud and St�phane Mallarm�.

The prose poem continued to be written in France and found profound expression, in the mid-20th century, in the prose poems of Francis Ponge.

... Modernist authors wrote prose poetry consistently, including Gertrude Stein and Sherwood Anderson.

Then, for a while, prose poems died out, at least in English-until the early 1950s and '60s, when American poets such as Allen Ginsberg, Bob Dylan, Jack Kerouac, William S. Burroughs, Russell Edson, Charles Simic, Robert Bly and James Wright experimented with the form. Simic won the Pulitzer Prize in Poetry for his 1989 collection, The World Doesn't End ...

... Using figurative language to provoke thought, it invites a reader into unusual perspectives to question what is traditionally thought of ...

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Lovely. Great poem :) Just a pointer- i think the first word of each line is supposed to be capitals?

Posted 11 Years Ago


Short and sweet and best of all... quite profound. Rock on.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I think this coincides with the recent popularity of zombies. Could there be a connection?

Posted 13 Years Ago


your a really good writer. i like this one aswell (:

Posted 13 Years Ago


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i'm usually biased when i see a rhyming poem but this proved me wrong.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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LJW
OK, that does it.

If you will not be my friend I will hold my breath until I turn blue.
And blame it on you.

I love your style. I love prose. I love writers who mix it up and put it down because it feels right, looks right. A truly unique voice.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Dear S.S. Privette,

Another wonderful poem.

I sometimes, too, find this a horror. But this comes from too much introspection. We find no horror in the moon as it blindly runs its circuit. This is life. We all travel through it. We are all on autopilot a good portion of the time, and as the moon, we all have our pox marks from encountering the metors of life.

Best regards,

Rick

Posted 14 Years Ago


Congratulations on winning the Relentless Contest!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Being a huge horror movie fan this one sparked my liking it from word one!

jkb

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

sometimes less is more. i think you've nailed it with this one. its got a good flow, simple but speaks volumes. i love the imagery & descriptions in this. an enjoyable read.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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