Man Writes Poem


by Jay Leeming

This just in a man has begun writing a poem
in a small room in
Brooklyn. His curtains
are apparently blowing in the breeze. We go now
our man Harry on the scene, what’s

the story down there Harry? "Well
he has begun the second stanza and seems
to be doing fine, he’s
using a blue pen, most
poets these days use blue or black ink so

is a fine choice. His curtains are indeed blowing
in a breeze of
some kind and what’s more his radiator
is ‘whistling’ somewhat. No metaphors
have been written yet,
but I’m sure he’s rummaging around down

in the tin cans of his soul and will turn up something
for us
soon. Hang on—just breaking news here Chuck,
there are ‘birds singing’
outside his window, and a car
with a bad muffler has just gone by. Yes …

a confirmation on the singing birds." Excuse me Harry
the poem seems to be taking on a very auditory quality
at this point wouldn’t
you say? "Yes Chuck, you’re right,
but after years of experience I would
hesitate to predict

exactly where this poem is going to go. Why I
being on the scene with Frost in ’47, and with Stevens in
and if there’s one thing about poems these days it’s that
hang on,
something’s happening here, he’s just compared the curtains

to his
mother, and he’s described the radiator as ‘Roaring deep
with the red walrus
of History.’ Now that’s a key line,
especially appearing here, somewhat late
in the poem,
when all of the similes are about to go home. In fact he seems

a bit knocked out with the effort of writing that line,
and who
wouldn’t be? Looks like … yes, he’s put down his pen
and has gone to brush
his teeth. Back to you Chuck." Well
thanks Harry. Wow, the life of the
artist. That’s it for now,

but we’ll keep you informed of more details as
they arise

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[Thanks JC]