my life

And why not I thought to myself, why not
–Robert Creeley, “Like They Say”

in the beginning and
also in the middle and the end I wonder why
I am not
someone or something else, why I
am thinking this thought
when there is so much else to
consider in the universe that is not myself–
so much waiting to be asked–why
and what and how—so much I am not

Another shovel poem for Muri’s April Scavenger Hunt. And my response to the NaPoWriMo prompt write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life.

15 thoughts on “my life

  1. Perfect quote to write a shovel poem to, Kerfe. The artwork is beautiful! I see you there, as clear as day, with a “winged something” over your head. Have you heard this song:

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    1. Thanks Jade. I’ve done golden shovels with Creeley before–he uses a little to say a lot. And I’ve heard that song many times but never paid close attention to the words. A good match.

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  2. I’m struck by the perfect balance to both of these. In posing the question you’ve already given your surroundings an opportunity to grow wider around you. There’s also an embracing, and sheltering by those surroundings. I think half the reason I have trouble writing poetry now is that it’s been so personal and I don’t want to write about myself anymore. I want to divert the reader’s attention to what’s really important in the world. But humans need to see and relate first to themselves.

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    1. That balance between me and the rest of the world in art gives me trouble too. That’s really what this poem is about. Why should I even think about making a movie about my life, let alone writing the first scene in a poem?

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