Question and Answer

There is a dialog among writers. Often one poem is an answer to another poem, or a question to another writer. In some traditions, poets will collaboratively create chains of poems, a form where a poem is linked with another.

This question and answer chain poem works by one writer answering the question left to them and then leaving another question for the next writer. If you want to see another example of this kind of chain poetry, check out one from last year. If you want to participate, go to the comment window of this post and see what question awaits you. After a week or so I'll post what we've come up with at the bottom of this text. You can, of course, participate multiple times.

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A big thanks to everyone who participated in this chain poem. Please check in the comment window to see how this collaborative poem unfolded. The writers were:

Derliwall

Harlequin

The Walking Man

Anon Andon

Human Being

Jon

I think it turned out quite well. And of course, if you want to continue to add to this Q & A leave a comment that follows the last question. Here's what we've got so far:

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Where are you going?
I'm going to the playground to jump off the swing at its highest point.

Have you ever swung all the way around?
all the way around but not at a playground
or maybe it was...
there are days and times I feel like a pendulum

wondering whether up and down is over and under or day and night?
.
a pendulum
is
up
down
over
under
either
neither
night/day
day/night
neither
either
under
over
down
up
is
a pendulum
.

but from what point are we fixed?
We are simply fixed,
repaired
at the place of the birth
of our understanding.

Where are we born from?
born from stardust.

What carries you away?
Words cemented
flow and rhythm
making music
in the syllabification
of the drum beat
found in circles
of pattern and thought
carry me places
not found in lonely dreams.

What is the dream unremembered?
the dream unremembered is my body's wisdom asking me to trust

what does trust mean?
Trust leans
on the dream
machines
of memories
passed.

Why do you ask?
Trust
is a form of hope
and hope makes
the world spin
hopelessly forward
to a future
filled with hope
that we will learn
to trust one another.

Who is the other in another?
Every other is every single bit other and every other is a part of me.

But what connects me to every other living thing?
You can ask because
you are part
of the poem,
living the thing
connected
to every other
.

So connected, what makes the other "other"?
Within me
lies another life,
another heart
beating quietly
'neath my own
but beating
none the less and
in the spirits heartbeat
I find the spirit of the creator
of all that is.

I am not that being
but it is
the other within me.
The spirit within.


How many hearts are there within the human's being?
.
.
.

if "the sound of our hearts sings
like the song of two strings
drawn by one bow",
surely
there is no heart
within us

we are just some travelers
on a quest
to find
the only heart there is
.
.
.
"How can I move across this space?"
With hope and heart and a little help from fellow travelers, I can move across any space and time.

Then do you imagine the dusk will wait for the teller of stories to have something to say?
Always...

But how long is always?

17 comments

Jon said...
Derliwall said...

I'm going to the playground to jump off the swing at its highest point.

Have you ever swung all the way around?

September 27, 2009 at 3:59 PM
Harlequin said...

all the way around but not at a playground
or maybe it was...
there are days and times I feel like a pendulum
wondering whether up and down is over and under or day and night?

September 27, 2009 at 4:52 PM
Jon said...

.
a pendulum
is
up
down
over
under
either
neither
night/day
day/night
neither
either
under
over
down
up
is
a pendulum
.

but from what point are we fixed?

September 28, 2009 at 10:46 PM
the walking man said...

We are simply fixed,
repaired
at the place of the birth
of our understanding.

Where are we born from?

September 29, 2009 at 6:07 AM
Derliwall said...

born from stardust.

What carries you away?

September 29, 2009 at 2:30 PM
the walking man said...

Words cemented
flow and rhythm
making music
in the syllabification
of the drum beat
found in circles
of pattern and thought
carry me places
not found in lonely dreams.

What is the dream unremembered?

September 30, 2009 at 7:40 AM
Harlequin said...

the dream unremembered is my body's wisdom asking me to trust

that does trust mean?

September 30, 2009 at 12:42 PM
Anon Andon said...

Trust leans
on the dream
machines
of memories
passed.

Why do you ask?

September 30, 2009 at 9:09 PM
the walking man said...

Trust
is a form of hope
and hope makes
the world spin
hopelessly forward
to a future
filled with hope
that we will learn
to trust one another.

Who is the other in another

October 1, 2009 at 8:08 AM
Jon said...

Every other is every single bit other and every other is a part of me.

But what connects me to every other living thing?

October 1, 2009 at 4:41 PM
Anon Andon said...

You can ask because
you are part
of the poem,
living the thing
connected
to every other
.

So connected, what makes the other "other"?

October 2, 2009 at 10:25 AM
the walking man said...

Within me
lies another life,
another heart
beating quietly
'neath my own
but beating
none the less and
in the spirits heartbeat
I find the spirit of the creator
of all that is.

I am not that being
but it is
the other within me.
The spirit within.


How many hearts are there within the human's being?

October 3, 2009 at 6:10 AM
human being said...

.
.
.

if "the sound of our hearts sings
like the song of two strings
drawn by one bow",
surely
there is no heart
within us

we are just some travelers
on a quest
to find
the only heart there is
.
.
.


"How can I move across this space?"




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the quoted lines are by Jon...

October 5, 2009 at 3:10 AM
Jon said...

With hope and heart and a little help from fellow travelers, I can move across any space and time.

Then do you imagine the dusk will wait for the teller of stories to have something to say?

October 5, 2009 at 11:17 PM
SarahA said...

Always.....

But how long is always?

October 14, 2009 at 2:58 AM
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November 8, 2009 at 12:14 AM