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    dots Submission Name: The Nomaddots

    Author: TiaanK
    ASL Info:    37/M/Dancing in the dark
    Elite Ratio:    4 - 22/27/28
    Words: 280
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsThe Nomaddots

    The Nomad

    Once upon an October, a nomad now older,
    felt the summer turn colder
    On the seventh things were fine, a fairy-tale time,
    but the eighth was not so benign
    Some ran, some had a plan,
    and for the nomad a journey began

    For years the nomad wondered, and he wandered
    as he pondered
    His fall from grace, into this space,
    this godforsaken place
    The wicked and stench, made his stomach wrench,
    and his eyes clench
    Then, as if a dream, stumbling through smoke and steam,
    a figure gleams
    Nipping nearer, crippling and clearer,
    and the figure now less dearer
    A ghastly ghost, this shadowy host,
    whispers a whisper at most
    The nomad can’t hear, blinded by fear,
    and dares not even a peer
    Terrified and deaf, escapes but a breath,
    “this is death”
    The figure amused, almost abused,
    at these words the nomad used
    In the beast’s lair, at the feet of a slayer,
    the nomad sobs what would be his last prayer
    Still without charm, yet the figure does no harm,
    and reaches wraithlike for his arm
    Helps him to his feet, not as if to greet,
    just hollow, dark eyes to meet
    Almost as if sung, the figure speaks in a tongue,
    new to the ears of one so young
    “Welcome ‘ye, this place you see,
    this place you see is called reality
    Where everyone dies, and everyone lies
    Now open your eyes.”

    Five to four, not a shadow by the door,
    but the nomad sleeps soundly, sleeps soundly no more

    - Tiaan Koekemoer, 2014

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      I like the rhyme within line theme, it's almost like a dance even if a little offbeat dance is kind of cute. It's always good to have a character development to follow, it allows one to participate after a fashion. Clever stuff.
    | Posted on 2014-01-27 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]

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