Frank is our host tonight at dVerse and his ‘Meet The Bar’ prompt is below.
In summary, here’s the challenge again: Write a prose poem on any topic of at most three paragraphs. Or, write a poem showing why prose poetry doesn’t exist.
When you have written and posted your poem or prose poem, link it up on Mr Linky. Visit other poets to see how they handled the challenge and comment. Also leave a comment below. Maybe you know other good examples of prose poems to bring to our attention in the comments below.
i am here* as Amiri Baraka is to read his own work. physically frail man on stage, lifts his notes from an old leather satchel, places them with trembling hands upon the lectern. accompanist Henry Grimes readies himself too. i wonder what is about to occur. henry begins to play. then HE speaks. here is a voice of pure power. a voice that speaks of a life lived. a voice that carries with it authenticity . it moves me to my very core. i had not read any of his work prior to this night. i knew nothing of the man. whatever I am to discover it will not alter the memory of the power i witness.
as i listen to him speak i hear only truth. his truth, and regardless of my own political leanings, or my racial persuasion, i am, i feel in the presence of a kind of natural greatness. a man who has walked his talk all of his life in the face of difficulty. in the face of prejudice. in the face of brutality. here is a torch bearer for a generation or more of black americans. of black men and women the world over. words have power. spoken word conveys so much more in this context than those that are written. the writer revealed. it punches me in the gut. it is visceral, humorous, dark, bleak and angry at times, but at it’s core is a deep and abiding sense of humanity. a sense of belonging. a sense of identity. i know at this moment that i am not a writer. not in this sense. not yet. maybe not ever.
*I first wrote about this evening HERE and thought I might use the old Scribbles as a source for this Prose prompt.