The Interview

The Interview prose poem

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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*
*click*
*click*

The tick-tock of the clock endured in an ascending, vexatious tricolon.
Dynamic crescendos of his steady,
unwavering heartbeat persisted
as steps approached in an imminent and foreboding
stac-cato.

The director halfheartedly opened the curtain,
revealing idiomatic banter – responding to his heartfelt preparation for the audition.

“Microsoft Excel proficiency is required. We would like you to send a writing sample and five professional references in PDF format. We will contact you if we see fit.”

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The Interview short poem

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