Prose is more of my forte, and I like it fine this way. As much as I love to play with rhyme schemes, meter, and tone, I find myself counting syllables and treading dangerously on being horrifically out of rhythm too often enough to be considered anything short of a complete disaster as a proper and technically sound poet. Maybe I am a tad too obsessed with technicalities. But such idiosyncrasies are a part of what I am and made me the writer of prose that I have become.
I do hope that I do not sound like I am bragging, because at times I have been told that I come off that way. I am simply confident in my talents and not afraid to show said confidence. Perhaps it is a flaw of character. But I like to think that I simply need something to be a little prideful of, and that’s what I somehow decided on without really realizing it. But I am not proud of my poetry one bit, and perhaps that’s a shame. I’ll probably still end up sharing some of it with you, my darling readership, at some point in the future. Just don’t expect too much of it. I do not wish to disappoint your keen and sharp minds that will come to expect only the best from moi!
I wrote something sort of like this on a personal blog back in 2011. I have no idea if it’s still published.