the poem ‘insomnia’

I am
in conversation with myself
talking to
an imaginary you

I call my thought
a stanza
my big idea
a poem
and every word you say to me
is said in rhyme
all the time

I’m imaginary versing
with my unreal you
responding to some thing
you didn’t say

I call your thought
a couplet
your small idea

well bless you
I said in rhyme
and bless you
all the time

it’s fun to talk to you
inside my head
in big ideas
announced at an open-mic
when I can’t sleep

I named my poem
and it was good to read you there
to make me rhyme
all the time

© Frank Prem, 2015

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