Grace is hosting this round of the dVerse ‘Meet The Bar’ Prompt. We’re asked to conceive something using First-Person “I am” (or some variant thereof) as part of our poem.
I got kind of a late start on this one. I hope it’s not too far off-course.
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Teller
I am without doubt
among many other things
The First Person’s Narrative:
Adam (if you believe in Adam)
tells his tale through me; tells me
he doesn’t even like apples but,
when Eve offered them up, he says
—dressed as she was and all—
well, who could resist, eh?
I’d like to think
that maybe I could have been
a mechanic or a truck driver,
maybe just be able to get up
every morning, spend the day
doing something worthwhile.
No. Instead,
all I get to do is sit at the
keyboard, trying my best
to remember and retell
someone else’s story;
to be the first person
to really live and live
to tell the tale.
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dVerse MTB
I am, The First Person Narrative
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
I can resonate with this. Very beautifully written and in some lines, somber. It reminds me of how at times we can live through the lives of others, instead of truly living for ourselves. This poem provoked that thought. I really enjoyed reading this. Great piece here!
Ha. I like the turn of the phrase, making us part of Adam’s story. We all have to find our place in the metanarratives we choose. I do get the same vibe as Lucy in trying to live up to one story we fall short of our own needs wants and desires. I also see though the desire to get it right, because we have all fallen short.
Nice humor In this piece
This is an interesting perspective! The DNA of Adam had traveled a very long way to get to you!!
Who we are is always a work in progress. (K)
To truly live and live to tell the tale … something we would all desire.
Living to tell the tale is the trick. Smiles. Nice to read you, Ron.
That tale changes with every session at the keyboard. That’s just how we are.
telling the tale, echoing Adam, responding in verse are all the deeds of a good hearted man Ron!
That would be a cool story, to be the First Person to live and tell that story.
To tell somebody’s story that they would be heard and seen is important too. 🙂
It is your story too, it is also mine, when you write that part, make me a really hot and funny and sexy matron who has the entire glitterati of her circle helpless at her feet, I think I would like that. I think writing is useful, cars die, words persist, some of them interminably. I like this poem though, really do 🙂