Poem -
Howling
Howl.
Into the
night, howl.
Howl.
Howl.
Looking out,
out into the
abyss.
Since the
first twitchÂ
life has been
vocal.
Howling into
the dark.
SearchingÂ
for others.
PrimalÂ
at first.
Desirous of
contact.
Desirous of
knowledge.
Wanting to
know,
to knowÂ
what’s
 out there.
Wanting to
know,
who’s listening?
Who’sÂ
listening to
the howl?
Who willÂ
Respond?
Silence.
Nothing but
silence.
No one is
listening.
No one will
respond.
We howl
into emptiness.
We howl at
nothing.
We are
alone.
AloneÂ
 in the
void.
Alone
with
ourselves!
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Comments
YES!!...... before there were words..... before language or religion or organized 'anything'...... there were those who would indeed....HOWL.....today we call that 'faith'......a kind of metaphysical 'knowing'..... to simply 'Know' that one day there WILL be a reply to your call!!..... Once again dear poet brother JOHN, you have struck out into the 'Unexplored territories'.....I LOVE it my friend!!.......thanx for this...... perfect timing for me personally!! (smiles)........ALL STARS!!....LOVE & ROCKETS!!....... your cyber-friend and admirer!!.......T xo : )
Thank you Tony,
Since we don’t know what’s possible, anything is possible.Â
It is possible that we live in this limitless void alone.
JG
This really struck me, it speaks of such loneliness and the ultimate truth...powerful ??
Hi Marion,
Thank you kindly for reading my work.Â
JP