Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry: A Reply Poem by Michael Egan

Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry: A Reply



Between promise and fulfilment,
Life and death, I love you and I'm not in love,
'Twixt wisdom and mere knowledge,
And yes, between sweet poetry and prose,
There is a boundary crossed, my friend,
Sensed sometimes as a change in temperature
And at others like a modulating key,
Major to minor, clarity to tragedy,
Thought itself deliquescing into magma
Hot, disturbed, unruly and unkempt.
No single mind, no critical cartographer
Drew with unsteady hand this porous broken line
Such grand, disputed otherness,
Invisible as a border in the desert sand
Yet recognized, known and respected
By we bedouin who come to its oasis
To sojourn, drink, make love or heal awhile.
And prose will tell you how we love and write,
But poetry, ah, poetry, my friend, will tell you why.

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