Monday, April 25, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 25th Day

Machine

Even if he swallows his displeasures now,
Will yet nurse revenge till he has wreaked it.
Even if he seems he hasn't taken the blow,
Within his heart, a scheming devil will sit.
Like a switch that some meddling fool has turned on,
When that devil sits, his heart turns into stone

That serves as completion of his good days,
Connecting the circuit through the empty space

And the electricity comes flashing in,
Igniting the old, silent motor to life.
All the metals of the past that earth has seen,
Remaining strong, sturdy, and sharp like a knife,
Happily moving. Where there's smoke, there's fire.
No one can halt the natural, silent ire.

Traveling to every set in a pattern,
Working gravity and electricity,
Momentum turning and turning like a fern,
Pulling the huge chains of the best quality.
My friends, the wheels within have begun turning,
And so did the plot beyond begin moving.

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Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!

My first line source:
"Illiad" [Book 1, line 80] by Homer
 
My Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 April progress: 21652
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