there was nothing, to stop the tempest, which has arrived,
a breath of veracity, kissing my throat, gripping my soul,
flaking the past, the withered leaves of memories blown away,
horses begin to neigh, and chortle at stances brought up,
drawing circles of circles, till when the heart tears up,
for the beans of opportunities are spilled, I once had,
clogged blood now run through veins, clotted on pale skin,
it matters not what is lurking, behind my severed shadow,
remaining are the ashes, aftermath of an eruption called life,
wielding the spirits of struggles, at every bend in journey,
I am left smothered with a slithering skin of tomorrow,
a fantasy worded, but never coming alive, just passing by
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This piece is written, inspired from Dada and Random poetry. I had written twelve separate ten-word verses/lines and through a random series generator, positioned them accordingly. It is an interesting way to write. If you are interested and write something this way, do link it back to me. I’d be glad to read it. And if you have any questions, do ask me.
A little confession, I cheated a bit… changing a few words(only a few) to make some sense out of it all and of course, the punctuation is to be managed. 😀
I am tagging it as the post for 6 November for NaBloPoMo. And I am also linking it up with dVerse OLN.
Also, please leave a link to one of your posts in your comments. It makes it easier for me to visit you all. 🙂
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