I'd rather call prose poems something else, for clarity - something like "poetic prose," prose that contains a quality of poetry, but not poems. — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
To my mind, most prose poems are more prose than poetry. They don't possess most of the qualities of a poem. — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
“The Estate of Solemnity By right, it reigns in its places- in long beards Of spanish moss hanging from a live oak On a… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
I have thought for many years that the audience any creative writer imagines has a great effect on what gets written. — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
One of the most important differences I see between prose and poetry is the music of the language. — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
“The Congregating of Stars They often meet in mountain lakes, No matter how remote, no matter how deep Down and far they must stream… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
The greatest tragedy that can befall a poet is to be praised by being misunderstood. — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
Sometimes, as in an athletic event where everything clicks, inexplicable things do happen. Learning and practicing an art or a skill has always been… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
I'm primarily a poet, so I'd have to say in my case I'd investigate the mystery in poetry in a different way than prose… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
I don't write or think too much about the word "salvation." I might; I probably should. We are such needy creatures, needing to be… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
I'd rather call prose poems something else, for clarity - something like "poetic prose," prose that contains a quality of poetry, but not poems. — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
For me, prose is never a poem. Because with prose there are so very few tools to create the music. And one of the… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
Poetry is very playful with language. I think all poetry, at its heart, is playful. It's doing unusual and playful things with the language,… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
“The Highest Octaves of Light Sands, in wild winds of surging waves Over the desert dunes, sing with the tones Of tiny pebbles moving… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
