The Interview

The Interview short poem

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Time ticks away,
Questions pour in
Answers flow as crashing waves
Against solid rocks
The mute sky looks indifferent
Is the era of clues over?

Smilingly I pretend ease
Watching, listening, chatting animatedly
One eye on the clock
Rhyming with my heart
Mocking, seldom empathizing
Why has it never been this difficult?

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I am sure most of us who has been in an interview will relate to this! Wonderful!

Vrinda Narayanan

Good to see you here Sara! Enjoyed reading this 🙂


The Interview

The Interview prose poem

His fingers were frenetically tapping, as if passionately rehearsing the recapitulation of Schubert’s rich, nuanced B Flat Major Sonata. Eyes darting back and forth in the waiting room, accompanying the clamor of paper rustling and sonorous rhythmic accented breathing. *click*