Not all haikus reach the ponnacle of prose poetry

So we ask ourselves what exactly is a ponnacle¹, especially within the context of a literary post where the writer is expected to at least be able to use a spellcheck app.

There was a Polish writer of note whose similes became metaphors, and whose metaphors took over the page and floated as real objects out of the page and into the reader's mind. If a modern writer would emulate such style the Three-Act Structure would be relegated to the beginning, middle and end of history.

1 The Ponnacle of Eleucid was a popular destination for travellers across the Gobiu desert in the eleventh century. By diverting to Eleucid the trading caravans could refresh and revitalsie with the fresh waters of the Eleu oasis, and rest in the lush green meadows of the Herac foothills. ↩