Sapphire Dusk- Prose Poetry

Hey world,

I have just discovered a whole new type of poetry: prose poetry! This is such a great form of poetry, it sort of combines a short story with a poem. My poems do occasionally tend to go on a bit, so when I put it into a mini story it makes a lot more sense, but still has the expressive element of poetry. I wrote my first ever prose poem this week on March 14th, and it is called Sapphire Dusk:

The bleeding sun sinks down behind the horizon, trailing her bright fingers across the heavens, beckoning to the shy stars that advance towards her dying halo.The sun’s whisper of tomorrow echoes through the trees softly, as her golden head disappears. The moon’s arms loosen reluctantly, and he lets her slide down out of sight, a burning jewel on the skyline, their kiss closing the day. The moon rises slowly, and takes his place among the diamonds that are rapidly populating the heavens. Down below the stars’s midnight dance, quiet has settled on the land. The trees are still, and sleep lies like a blanket over us. Only the owls and the bats are awake. Sleep is a far off thing for them. Lights go out, the stars climb to meet the mysterious moon, who sits brooding above the trees, keeping his pearly eye on everything below, somber and watchful.

These skies are air to me. With blackness all around, night’s blooming blossom calms everything, Soothing the tornado that is my mind. Some things are better to be this simple, each night I watch the same poignant scene of love between the sun and moon. But it is their patience that keeps them together. Despite their relentless separation, they still have their roles in nature. The moon takes up his pole, casts out, and out again, his hook baited with promise, looking for the fish of truth. I wonder if he'll find it.The sun rolls around the earth, her optimism the alarm that is whacked by the average sleepy person. Take heart moon, remember at dawn, your precious sun will rise in all her glory, beaming that smile you know so well, knowing that she will never leave, and that sunset isn't that far away.


Though the name of the form may appear to be a contradiction, the prose poem essentially appears as prose, but reads like poetry. This means that while it is a poem, the writing is continuous and is without any line breaks. Such a composition demonstrates other traits such as symbols, metaphors, and other figures of speech common to poetry. In my own piece, Sapphire Dusk, I have used a bunch of metaphors, both personification and anthropomorphism (there is a subtle difference): with anthropomorphism, the object or animal is actually doing something human. With personification, the object or animal just seems like it's doing something human. Here are some examples from my poem:

Personification: The sun’s whisper of tomorrow echoes through the trees softly.

Anthropomorphism: The sun rolls around the earth...
Prose poetry is such a cool form of poetry, and it reminds us of just how many different kinds there are. I would encourage everyone reading this to attempt writing one. While they may seem super abstract, it takes more than one read to get the hang of them. My poem is full of symbolism, nature, and it focuses on the eternal, organic love of the sun and the moon.

Write on, world.

-A. Heezen