Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Scaffold View

Across the street, on scaffold rigs,
Construction workers hover
And if they’d glance my way, this is
What they just might discover:

A bedroom filled with books and pictures
All in frames of black,
A quilted bed and clutter
I’ve been meaning to attack.

And then, of course, upon a chair,
The other sight they’d see,
With pad and pencil, jotting words,
A rhyming poet – me!

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Maurice Rigoler November 17, 2016 at 9:59 PM You write by hand, in this age!? Given the amount of poems I write my fingers who have severe cramps! Thanks for the snapshot into your bedroom. / M

Anne-Lise Andresen November 17, 2016 at 2:34 PM - A pleasure to looking in your window, Ilene - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Daniel Turner November 16, 2016 at 3:31 PM Hang a sheet over the window, Ilene. Lol Love the poem:):)

Tim Smith November 16, 2016 at 10:22 AM A lovely view they'd have Ilene.