Why do you ask me where we are?
I lost my bearings long ago.
Each day is different, and yet very much
like all that have been or will be, amen.
You ask me for maps, for calculations, but
why not shower the world with devotion?
~and why should we not sing~
celebrating what is here and now
but also what leaves and then returns?
Every story continues beyond its ending.
Why not follow it around?
Why not grow wings, meet each day
without imprisoning it in either space or time?
The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. Since the majority of my poems ask questions, I also incorporated Merril’s dVerse prompt to write a puente.
K. 
I love all the questions–especially as the bridge line. Excellent, Kerfe.
And this:
“Every story continues beyond its ending.
Why not follow it around?” 💙
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Beautifully written Kerfe, I love the freedom it evokes through following the stories 💫
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Thanks!
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Thanks Merril. This is a great prompt. It’s produced some wonderful responses.
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Thank you. I’m happy that people seem to have enjoyed it so much.
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Magnificent, all. ❤ Why shouldn't we, really? Beautiful sentiments. Let's do it.
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Yes, let’s. Thanks Manja.
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You know, I wonder if it isn’t that idea of continuity, the cycle, the story continuing after death that isn’t anathema to some religious beliefs. The idea that we have a story and our own story continues, and doesn’t join that amorphous river of praise to the highest that subsumes the individual story. As if we don’t count, our role is to swell the heavenly ranks and that’s all. Like you, I prefer to celebrate the here and now, what goes, and what comes back.
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That’s an interesting thought Jane. I’ve always found the idea of being “saved” to be a strange one. And heaven holds no appeal to me at all. Who would want to hang out with God?
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It’s odd that descriptions of Paradise fall so flat when compared with Hell. As if the imaginations of the writers of scripture went to town on evil but really couldn’t think of anything much to say about eternal happiness. It couldn’t be carnal for obvious reasons, and animals weren’t allowed, or anyone who might have been up for a bit of fun. All they ever come up with is disembodied praising of this being we don’t even get to see. Some prospect.
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Not appealing to me.
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Nor me.
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Such beautiful and wise words, K. The song is lifting ❤ I thought of Sting's song, "Set them Free" as I got to the conclusion of your poem.
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Thanks Jade. That would have been a good song too. I love what John McCutcheon did–I had never realized how closely his voice echoes Pete’s also.
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“and why should we not sing” is such an excellent bridge line!
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Thanks Evan. We should!
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A perfect Puente, sir. I love your message, and you rocked the hell out of the prompt.
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Thanks Glenn. It is a good prompt.
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Awesome that you combined two challenges(not for the faint of heart) and produced a great Puente.
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Thanks Helen. It’s never difficult for me to write a poem with questions. But the puente is a challenge.
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This
and this
I think you broke my brain, Kerfe. Even my imagination is having a hard time grasping these concepts.
❤
David
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I nice combination of challenges.
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I absolutely love the wisdom in this lovely Puente. “Why not grow wings, meet each day without imprisoning it in either space or time?” Yes! 💝💝
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Thanks Sanaa. A world less dependent on scheduling every minute would be a better one I think
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Why not shower the world with devotion, indeed? 🙏❤️
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Much better than showering it with chemicals…
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Omg, exactly. Yet I love this phrase. ❤
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