I must say that Ezra's poem is more to my taste than Liz's. I find the latter to be too prosy, and I have never liked the prose poem much.

I find the structure imposed by the discipline of cadence and rhythm (of traditional poetry) lends itself much better to the use of a more vivid, or perhaps personal and internalised, word imagery. I prefer my poetic images to be painted with parsimony and the interpretation left to the reader's experience and world view; not garrulousness with any ambiguities removed or clarified and the reader led by the nose to the conclusion the writer wants them to come to.

But hey! Give me a baudy limerick any day!

James.