Monday, December 05, 2005

CHOICES?

Waving From the Shore
J.B. Rowell

I’m not sure how
I got on this boat,
waves lift and lower,
with no view ahead
where sky stitches into
sea—just the wake
and what is left behind:
silhouetted figure, hand open,
questioning.

Like the repeating dream
I had as a child, only now
I’m driving away
while you flicker in red
and yellow lights
of the ferris wheel
wondering why they left—
also knowing
they always would.

Choices we make aren’t
choices, they happen,
are meant to be
because they happened,
and we can say, I always
wanted a girl and then a boy,
spaced just so—with curls,
blue eyes, ten perfect toes,
but really, they choose you.

The only choice now is leaving
the third behind
on the shore.

4 Comments:

Blogger Michael Parker said...

I like this very much, JB. It reminds me of another poem I recently read--Gilgamesh, by Herbert Mason. You speak of "life" to come; he speaks of the passing of life like standing on the shore with arms stretched in an upward gesture out, over, and away from the sea of death. Both are fascinating. Good write.

p.s. I do believe in the first line of the last stanza, you mean "the" instead of "they."

9:42 PM, December 06, 2005  
Blogger J.B. Rowell said...

Thanks Michael, what a comparison: my poem with a Harvard professor's work - cool - is there a place online to read that poem? And thanks for pointing out the glaring typo I missed again - oh well - I'll leave it so your comment holds true.

P.S. This is my husband's favorite poem of mine - I wonder why . . .

7:22 AM, December 07, 2005  
Blogger Michael Parker said...

I don't know if Gilgamesh is available online. I plan on writing about Herbert Mason soon, so I will include it at that time.

Regarding editing the post: by all means, go ahead and edit your poem. My comment doesn't need to be of any relevance, especially since some of your readers may not step past the poem to read the comments page. Edit away!

1:34 PM, December 08, 2005  
Blogger J.B. Rowell said...

Will watch for Harold Bloom on your blog, thanks Michael. I edited the poem, and it has inspired me to post my poem about typos . . .

6:53 PM, December 08, 2005  

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