The Prose Rose

I wrote this after muttering about roses and by any other name. Yes I know it's ridiculous, but it's funny, and I couldn't wipe the smile from my face as I was writing it. It is satirical of course.

The Prose Rose

 

When is a Rose not a rose?

Tis simple,

a rose is no rose,

when it is a prose.

 

Not free to be by any other name.

Bound and caged,  beyond all fame.

it's frivolous frit of fantasy grounded

relegated to the earth on which it was founded.

 

And we dare not shake our sphere,

lest we find a world of fear.

such infinite imagination,

fraught with such literary divination.

 

As to shaken our beliefs in what is truly prose,

that our speech is something we merely pose.

While our hand does something quick,

 leaving you wondering if it was truly a trick.

 

So leave me be you wrathful rose,

for my speech be nothing but of prose.

As I wish to not acknowledge the suspicion that you hath rose,

the clear and undeniable inspection... of my faithful prose.

Author's Note

Just in case you forgot.
The literal definintion of prose:
1. language that is not poetry.
writing or speech in its normal continuous form, without the rhythmic or visual line structure of poetry

That is the funny, a poem defending the prose style of writing.

Reviews

This is really fun to read and it flows extremely well.
Thank you very much for sharing. Keep up the good work

Bettsy

And we dare not shake our sphere,
lest we find a world of fear.
such infinite imagination,
fraught with such literary divination.

I loved this stanza, this is deep and powerful, i enjoyed this write.

[The Poetic Infusion Soc..]

nice, descriptive language. i like the use of old english