Four people have said my recent posts were poetry.
No, they’re only experiments in spacing.
That and nothing more.
It’s a wholesome affair, really.
My sentences are leaner as a result.
Simpler and easier to understand.
I like pleasant shapes and patterns, too.
This gestalt intrigues me more than a paragraph.
Except the top line is too damn long.
I’m tempted to remove a word. Resisted.
I offer this explanation because you might suppose me of versifying
And not succeeding on a truly grand scale.
That and the experiment will continue till I’m tired of it.
Next: A Clean, Well-Lighted Place.
If you’ve not read this story, take 10 minutes to do so.
It’s really quite extraordinary.
Till Tuesday.
Best.
Postscript. I deleted two words in the top line.
Interpolations 
I don’t know, Kevin: It looks like poetry to me.:) The first line balances with maybe the eighth and eleventh and thirteenth.
I got out my Hemingway book, lost it again, and hope to find it before Tuesday.
Or Google it, Kathy! Lots of etext versions of it. I hope to hear what you think of it. Cheers! K
I like poetry. I like simplicity. I like the template you’ve changed to.
So often, less is more.
A “spare” post is better any day than a wordy one, which takes more time and effort than I care to give. And it’s fun to experiment with words and patterns and shape and meaning.
See, this is why I have a deep, abiding affection for you!
It is the nature of things
in 2013
–also for some time prior–
that people can
debate the difference
between poetry and
prose, and yet
never quite distinguish
between
the two.
This isn’t a poem either.
It is a piece of prose that was caught in the blades of my lawnmower and scattered across the ground.
This is a very nice bit especially as the poetic phrasing in the last bit finds itself in traditional spacing!