the rhymer finds a corner spot –
a seat under the window
with the light coming in behind him

casts an eye around the room
a hotel where open mic readings
are part of every Saturday
for the committed
the persistent
and the lonely

needs a line to get him going –
perhaps a trick to force a smile
with hinted double meaning
and a killer rhythmic pulse
delivered with a pause
of expectation
and an emphasis on the last line
of the final clinching stanza

but nothing much is happening
so he tries another beer
to make a bubble of thought
the three o’clock reading time is past
and free-versers
with their grubby little words in hand
are making contented conversation

the rhymer is going home unread
on the corner at the traffic lights
he’s stopped and stalled and waiting
for a line or two that will sing out loud
into that room of streaming window light
illuminating the  empty page
that he somehow left behind him

© Frank Prem, 2001

2 thoughts on “rhymer

    • Hi Fabio.

      Thank you. Glad to have been able to post such a poem here.

      I’m enjoying using the daily prompts to drive me on a random trawl through my archives to come up with poems that may suit. It’s a little bit hit and miss, but I do enjoy it.



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