Thank you for this. As a working artist, I can struggle describing my own work. As a fiction writer, I often indulge in prose that can seek the Rubicon of poetic form. Yet, I rarely ever describe my work as poetic.
My colleague Esther Spurrill-Jones is a very accomplished and disciplined poet. Her stanza form is impeccable. When she writes short fiction, her poetic sensibilities shine, but I would not (and I don’t think she does) call her stories poetry.
Once in a while, I write a piece that mangles definitions so much that labels feel arbitrary. Please don’t feel obligated to read this, but when reading your essay here, I couldn’t help but think of the following piece. It crosses all the lines. It is neither clearly fiction nor non-fiction. It is poetic in nature, but prose in form. Written to be read aloud, it has a distinct, repeating meter, but it has no stanza organization.
Is it prose or poetry? I usually call it prose, but I suppose my label is up for interpretation. Your thoughts here made me think about that again.