A Primordial Howl
The road drops here.
A primordial howl escaped my lips
As It all began to form
~~~And I found myself falling
Into the Unknown...
One moment I am standing at the precipice
the edge of the Nothing
Then was hurled head-first into the Beginning
When life was being invented...
Before the winter frost...
the summer rain
and the autumn leaves
and when spring flowers bloomed
Beautifully...
With nowhere to go...
I wiled away the time Before the Start
howling at the moon...
Still I persisted...alone
I had always run
On highways made of air
body - soul - weightless
fever dreams...silent screams
I howled...no night...no light
nothing to fight
just me
Moonlight Baying to make it right
Young...no fear...the universe within me
and the roar to nothingness
Then...
life began arising
Head, neck, torso
arms appearing
feet firmly planted
then
They...were made to breathe
life had begun
Happy...I prepared to observe
to become a part of something grand
So I watched it unfold
played...replayed
a movie reel on repeat
bad times good times
I got dizzy
I cringed in pain
for they grew wanton
They did not listen
When the wolves howled
telling them to be careful
Do not allow
life to be over before it even begins
lakes gone...gold no longer glitters
did we even breathe...or
silence the loud music long enough
to hear life begging us to pause
to really, really listen
Stop the fake smiles
And howl at the moon
Live beautifully
into the night
igniting the light
Keeping it burning
To save our lives
Howl louder
Keep the world alert
Humanity oozed through
their own primordial soup
wallowing in greed and laughing
at the wolf on the crag
again... crying at the waning moon
as the sun bathed the land in
yellow glows of hope
Shining the light on the penitent few
on whose shoulders laid the burden of
saviour to the world
Their backs bent low like that of
poor Sisyphus of the eternal uphill rock
This is the final warning
Repent
Or become lost forever
Somewhere between Heaven and Hell
In Limbo!
Wishing...Hoping for a second chance...
Either here or there.
Will it ever come
as you join the first wolf
Stranded on the crag
Howling into nothingness.
Waiting through centuries...
For the world to tilt again.
Begin anew...Again!
About the Creator
Novel Allen
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Comments (10)
Haunting and beautiful. A raw howl from the soul. Keep going
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Absolutely beautiful. Almost haunting just like the howl of the wolf is both magnificent and bone-chilling. Congrats on Top Story!
Excellent entry, congrats on top story!
Congrats on your double Top Stories! I've only seen that happen one other time! 🎉🥳🎉
Oh Goodness, this was gorgeously beautiful, sad and uplifting...repent, oh sinners...step into the light of change. You got this one up and running...congrats.
Alright No you tap danced on this prompt! I love it! This piece was uniquely beautiful & full of wisdom! Go gurl! 💪🏾🎉🌸🩷
This is simultaneously depressing and inspiring. Is that a weird thing to say? Yeah humanity is broken, but your poem makes any act of resistance sound noble and invigorating. Kinda of feels like an absurdist take of deliberately rejecting complacency/ inaction despite a jadedness towards the world and despite a prevailing knowledge that hope can be hopeless.
Aawwwooooo! I'm gonna go howl at the moon hehehehe. Loved your poem!
You did a marvelous job on this! I can't help but think that a wolf's upward look and howl is praise to God! And, like the wolf, we have to come to Him as you have described here, completely encumbered of all things "contrived."