"I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!"
Yes, I know. This is the last Saturday of the month instead of the last Friday, but though I conceived the idea for the story earlier in the week, it just did not want to be written. First, a reminder of the picture prompt:
It seemed pretty simple - order on one side of the wall, disorder on the other. I had wanted to give it a bit of a twist so instead of the disorder encroaching on the order, I wanted the order to be the bad guy, so to speak. But try as I might I just could not make it work.
So I started doing some research on chaos versus order. Most of what I found was regarding chaos and I began to play around with a few ideas just using chaos as a theme, but none of those really panned out either.
And then I remembered my own caveat with these prompts - the result could be anything, as long as it was creative. For some reason my default seems to be prose, but since that wasn’t working I figured it was time to try something else.
I almost did a non-fiction piece on chaos, but then I began writing this poem:
I was here in the beginning
before there was anything else.
I existed before the creation of the universe -
a formless void, the gap between heaven and earth.
I am disorder and confusion,
my behavior unpredictable
so as to appear random.
I am indefinite and indeterminate.
I am the spirit of God
moving upon the face of the waters.
From me all else originated -
the primordial state before creation.
I am the merging of opposites -
the darkness and the light together -
all of the elements twisted together.
I am the belief that is a magical force.
Who are you to try and tame me,
to wall me in with your discipline and orderliness?
Do you not know that without chaos
there can be no harmony.
Join me here again on Friday for a new picture prompt. Who knows, maybe you’ll find some inspiration as well.