I'ts a violent era
of long harsh plains .
humanity in its early hours
still numb from a glacial chill .
Chaos shakes the rising mountains
and continents seek their shape .
Everything vibrates with fierce
and uncertain birth in the haze
where the weak has no place
and surviving a duty ...
Horizon already open to conquerors .
Trembling bodies entrenched
in primary shelters .
Refuge from predator's fang .
Skin clothing ,hand on spear and axe .
Not yet masters of these waving fields
imprisoned by endless forest ,
empoisoned by putrid swamps
oozing epidemic and fever ...
Wild men gaze up at the stars
and wonder where the sun goes at sunset...
The women light the sacred fire
where the wolves come to warm themselves.
Mystery of snow and lament of silence .
and bending to the law of the solar force .
To fulfill the clan's destiny on the move ,
chasing the mystery of the day ...
At dawn will it be reborn ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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It seems like the beginning of online gaming. And those who can't sell.
I am a medium inspired by the messages of my inner voices and images .I don't need to merge into artificial universes .
The fiercness of nature and the uncertainty of infant man trying to hold on to life imprisoned by walls of rock, desert and trees. We all wonder if tomorrow will come. A most epic type of write. Lovely
Tomorrow may belong to an online game ...
Your poem perfectly conveys the primordial and harshness of the world in which a person is just beginning his journey. Great writing!
God is an online game and I am his messenger !
The struggle for survival in humanity's early days, such powerful imagery of chaos and facing the unknown. Loved reading this!
The struggle for life in our society is nothing but a long battle against boredom !
Great write
Thanks Tony !
You're welcome
a message from the distant past , and a question - will dawn be reborn ?? what say you, yourself ?
Myth of a fear inscribed in the universal unconscious .
hmmm - need to ponder on this - good food for thought
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