The "he" of the poem is me.




Rimes couées (Challenge)

Midnight, at the antipodes of noon: 

The poet hums an old Cole Porter tune; 

He'll brew a four-cup pot of coffee soon, 

Peer through the blinds at the unsleeping moon:

Dyssomnia can be a writer's boon!

He finds his poet-self producing more!

He risks becoming a gigantic bore!

His Nobel chances might be slim-to-none,

But as he writes, he's surely having fun.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-01 at 02:35

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks, Larry!

peace and light
T
2017-11-03


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
As are those reading along.
2017-11-02


shells
Coffee and fun, well done, much enjoyed.
2017-11-01