Prose Poem Essence

Doubt is our passion,passion our task, erupts from inside made from whom we are.Dark&passionate filled with drama.this artistic volcano from which poetic lava flows.All truth &heartache,filled with stirrings of imagination,a kaleidoscope of eloquent reason,deeply held.An essence of aspiration yet multifaceted, elusive, yet personal within this miracle, caught by the tail,radical,imaginative wistful beauty of primitive days now gone.A watershed,vivid&simple steps out of love’s journey,attracts as a moth to a flame,so easy on the ear yet speaks from soul to soul.