Before This

before this,
before the screams, the silences, the wars,
before the forsaken children,
before the thickening blood streams,
before this convulsing universe,
its symmetric finesse of rhythm and chaos,
of being and ending,
of perfection and serendipity;

before the
failed prototypes,
were laws scratched on empty space,
laws that would glue the world together,
so the first idea would find wings,
so the first vision would bear fruit,
so there would be nurturing,
so there would be life;

but he was orphaned before the battle,
washed up on an alien beach,
where the words for life and death
and mother and father
sounded as strange in his mouth
as his own borrowed name;

and she, the rebel runaway,
each step forward into the dark
like the hard stroke
of a fine steel brush,
scrubbing away
the greasy fingerprints
of her mottled genes;

alone, together,
flouting decrees,
floating in peace,
though the first plan had failed,
though the broken world ailed,
in the desecration of existence,
in the accretion of dissonance,

they sat in the cold,
his hand moving on hers,
an invisible umbilical cord
still binding them to a cosmic navel,
that pulsed with one song,
that admitted no wrong,
there had to be nurturing,
there had to be life,
it had to begin,
one more time,
before the end.

For the Poets United midweek prompt “Parenthood”.
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22 thoughts on “Before This

  1. I am beginning to think that humankind alone of all living things is the only one that doesn’t understand what life is all about because they think it is all about them! If only they can destroy everything on the planet they will truly be dominant over a wasteland.

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  2. Does the universe offer us a hand and one more chance – i do hope so – such a broads cape you cover here – i love the images of the universe you conjure and then zoom into their hands – both seeking comfort and love.. divine..

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  3. “. . . floating in peace,
    though the first plan had failed,
    though the broken world ailed,”

    There is this common beginning, egg and sperm made in the womb of the earth, when each time there is a chance … Is it there, too, abandoned or not, that the type of parents we’ll be is formed? An amazing cosmic view!

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  4. In the beginning there is the vast potential, in the end there is the desire for continuation. Is this the equation of life giving

    Thanks for a very profound and compelling write
    A happy Wednesday to you Thotpurge

    much love…

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  5. “an invisible umbilical cord / still binding them to a cosmic navel,” the image takes me to the cycle of creation, continuation and chaos, the way of the universe…

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