Quotes about Poetic prose

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Poetry is the language of the soul;Poetic Prose, the language of my heart.Each line must flow as in a song,and strike a — Lori R. Lopez
They lay together in a sheltered place among the ruins of Brasilia while deathbeams from Chinese EMVs played like blue s — Dan Simmons, Hyperion
As dawn leaks into the sky it edits out the stars like excess punctuation marks, deleting asterisks and periods, commas, — Ann Zwinger, Downcanyon: A Naturalist Explores the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon
The clouds took on the shape of dancers; from somewhere far off, Pram heard music before the clouds became normal again. — Lauren DeStefano, A Curious Tale of the In-Between
we are born into this world on the tailcoats of a scream. born into gritted teeth and a shock of red across the pristine — Taylor Rhodes, calloused: a field journal
Felix had left his heart buried in the ground years ago, but he felt it crack apart. — Lauren DeStefano, A Curious Tale of the In-Between
He was now working his way through the many shades of grief. Sadness made everything gray, he'd learned, but there were — Lauren DeStefano, A Curious Tale of the In-Between
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
purple threaded evening. a torn goddess laying on the roof. milk sky. lavender hued moan against hot asphalt. the thickn — Taylor Rhodes, calloused: a field journal
Yuvali struggled to put one foot in front of the other. The long leaves of a purple-flowered bush raked her forehead. Th — B.T. Lowry
And after that, I watched our house collapse in on itself and I spent some time lying in the rubble. Then I vanished com — Ali Smith
She knew that the dead hid pieces of themselves in the world. They buried organs in the living. They stuffed memories in — Lauren DeStefano, A Curious Tale of the In-Between
I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. I stretched my body across the mattre — Roman Payne, The Wanderess
They're talking as if nothing's happened, Soledad said to herself, and the jealousy ran from her ears into her heart, wh — Derek Palacio, The Mortifications
Drink from the ethereal philosophy of Heaven and you may see life as no more no less than a dream made of pure poetry fr — Ana Claudia Antunes, The Tao of Physical and Spiritual
Was that—did she just grin at me? To me? A moment of stillness in this moment of pause. Without speaking, we let our gaz — Patrick Bryant
He appreciated all beautiful things. As she stood before him poised, scrutinizing every inch of his face, liable to stri — Nicki Salcedo, All Beautiful Things
I have tried to tell him in a dozen different ways that I am only six inches tall. I've told him I am as tall as his hea — Jennie Bates Bozic, Damselfly
Pram wasn't told the story of her birth. But even as a very small girl, she felt deep in her chest that she was alive an — Lauren DeStefano, A Curious Tale of the In-Between
hough we travel the whole over to find the perfect match,we must carry it with us a light or it's playing hard to catch. — Ana Claudia Antunes, ACross Tic