Prose And Poetry

Prose and poetry,
Two mediums so unlike,
Yet they both speak
Of words and world, in their own light.

Prose, the simple language
Of every day's chore,
A story teller,
a descriptive clamor.

It flows like a river,
Uninterrupted and plain,
Direct and explicit,
No ornamentation or tension.

But poetry,
It's more than just plain.
It's the art of words,
The forming of a melody.

It's alchemy in motion,
A touch of magic and spell.
It's the art of illusion,
A story to apprise.

It's the cadence of life,
the rhythm of a beat.
It's the theme of love,
weaving a tapestry so pleasant.

It's the language of emotion,
A power to transform.
It paints a picture so vivid,
That of prose can't be emerged.

Prose and poetry,
two worlds so different to see.
But both have their magic,
And both cater to breathe.