Poem -

Howling

Howling

Howl.
Into the
night, howl.
Howl.
Howl.
Looking out,
out into the
abyss.
Since the
first twitch 
life has been
vocal.
Howling into
the dark.
Searching 
for others.
Primal 
at first.
Desirous of
contact.
Desirous of
knowledge.
Wanting to
know,
to know 
what’s
 out there.
Wanting to
know,
who’s listening?
Who’s 
listening to
the howl?
Who will 
Respond?
Silence.
Nothing but
silence.
No one is
listening.
No one will
respond.
We howl
into emptiness.
We howl at
nothing.
We are
alone.
Alone 
 in the
void.
Alone
with
ourselves!

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Tony Taylor

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 : )

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John Prophet

Thank you Tony,
Since we don’t know what’s possible, anything is possible. 
It is possible that we live in this limitless void alone.
JG

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

HI John...I feel like I am  howling in the wind sometimes and no one is listening...lol  It is a sad feeling to feel alone and not heard...but the howl continues and waits still for some response anyway....a sad fact of human instinct....as well as wild wolf instinct...Great write. xo ;)

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John Prophet

Thank you CST.

Looking up, it’s possible nothing is there.

JP

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Marion Price

This really struck me, it speaks of such loneliness and the ultimate truth...powerful 🌷🌷

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John Prophet

Hi Marion,

Thank you kindly for reading my work. 

JP

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