For how can I be sure I shall see again the world on the first of May? Until the end I thought it was the beginning of the middle. Time happened, then all of a sudden what you once believed in could no longer be retreived. The truth was hard, never soft, never easy. But it contained a life.
May came, but you did not see it.
And so it begins, and so it ends, always with a question. And if there is no answer to give—only a silence that acts as if asking were enough—how does the wheel turn? Or is the question the pivot on a circle whose edge contains only unknowing, infinite stillness? Is that where you are?
How can I be sure? Every answer is the wrong one in a world where there is nothing left to say.
A prosery for Merril’s prompt at dVerse of these words from Sara Teasdale.
“For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May”
K. 
I love this–though it seems to be what is happening. I love the art, too, that seems like beginnings, ending, and middles, too. I see clouds and bird creatures.
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The birds are always there somewhere. Thanks Merril, and thanks for the prompt.
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You’re welcome, Kerfe.
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For this one the art is the star – the prosery sets the mood but the art shines!!
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Thanks Muri. An old piece from my watercolor-obsessed days.
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Your piece creates a lot of food for thought. How can we sure of anything, never mind something so precise as a time and place? That last couplet is devastating.
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The world is devastating these days. Thanks Jane.
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It’s hard to cope with, and we’re not even on the front line.
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Your writing seems so appropriate both to the prompt line, and to today’s world, somehow!
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Thanks Ingrid. The world now holds many more questions than answers.
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So many pertinent unanswerable questions! The art beautifully highlights that turmoil.
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Thanks Punam.
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You are welcome.
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Kerfe, I feel like this piece is like a slice of your brain! I love the questions you ask herein!
❤
David
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Thanks David. I’m sure I will never run out of questions.
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Your questions led me to some deep reflections. What a lovely piece, Kerfe. ❤
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Thanks Colleen. I never know when I start where these prompts will take me.
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It’s kind of freeing isn’t it? 💜
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That’s the way all my art is. I was freed from preconceptions long ago. (K)
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And that’s what I like so much about you, Kerfe. ❤
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Hard to be disappointed when you don’t know what to expect…
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That a good perspective! 🥰
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“Every answer is the wrong one in a world where there is nothing left to say.” That really hit me. I feel that’s exactly why I’m so often silent, listening to people (not always human) who have been speaking a long time, unheard.
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Too many of them…thanks Sun.
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You went into real philosophy there — well done…
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Thanks Ain.
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And so it begins, and so it ends, always with a question…. so true.
and there are always a lot of answers that doesn’t fit your question
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Many many questions and answers that don’t match….thanks Bjorn.
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