Improv

Life is an improv performance
Without any directions
Created in a cloud of
Innumerable collisions
Forming a matrix with
No line from here to there

We bruise and crack and melt
The mold becomes recognizable
Only in retrospect
And we cannot trace its genesis
We clutch strands of meaning
Until slippery as fish
They drop us into the
Next puzzle and we realize
We are the anchor and
The swimmer and the sea
And therefore nothing at all
And everything all at once

Stand with me in the sand
Let’s hold hands, throw back our heads
And twirl ourselves into creation
Without any thought to
Cause or effect

At the Pub tonight — join me?

Also, thanks to Ray Sharp for his sharp (ahem) edit (the lines about clutching and dropping).

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31 thoughts on “Improv”

  1. Besides loving the way you closed it I thought your poem was excellent. I particularly liked “We are the anchor and
    The swimmer and the sea
    And therefore nothing at all
    And everything all at once” >KB

  2. We are the anchor and
    The swimmer and the sea
    And therefore nothing at all
    And everything all at once….oh i like…this describes it so well… a bit of a crazy day over here…and i’m just wondering if i feel more like the sea or the swimmer (who cannot really swim) ha….smiles

  3. ha. i love the wild abandon of that last bit the twirling into creation, also the everything and nothing early on as well….all at once….that was cool….i like the dramatic effect of the bruising and cracking too….cool piece….

  4. Everything about this was on! Loved every line but especially enjoyed this:
    Next puzzle and we realize
    We are the anchor and
    The swimmer and the sea
    And therefore nothing at all
    And everything all at once

    Great work!

  5. Really enjoyed the thoughts in your poem…thinking of life as in ‘improv performance.’ It does seem sometimes that we play many different roles….many of which we create ourselves.

  6. The slipperiness of a fish here was especially striking to me – hard to keep so carefree but wonderfully exuberant here. Note that there is a typo at the beginning – I think you mean improv. (I’m sorry – but it’s right at the start, and I know you’d want to fix it.) Take care and thanks. k.

  7. …loved the analysis you’ve formulated with this poem.. 2nd stanza in particular…and then you followed it with that equally powerful last stanza… ah, excellent for me… it’s not often i read a poem consistently versed with sheer beauty so i consider it a treat from you… thank you… smiles…

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