The Poetry Thursday prompt is to write prose poetry. As I've never written poetry in this form, nor read much prose poetry, this was a challenge. I felt a bit like this upside-down crosswalk sign seen in Passy today - confused and uncertain about which direction to take. Here's an initial attempt at prose poetry:
Making beautiful music requires countless hours of practice. But he didn't want to make the effort - like practicing scales, he considered it a waste of time. Instant gratification was his preference. He ran away at the first wrong note on a piano in need of tuning.
All the hurt he'd endured long before he met her caused his faith to crumble, when happiness was in plain sight. If he didn't believe in himself, how could he trust her open heart? So he set out to destroy the love that could save him.
Inviting her on a journey he was not prepared to take, he abandoned her in the middle of the road. She picked herself up, mapped her own course and found true love. He bought a new car, but remained mired in indecision. Years later, love still eludes him.