Alf's No-Alliteration Thread for NaPoWriMo 2013

A Precocious Eye Set Upon the Brilliance of Both Time and Fate

silvery-sweet metallic balls of congealed lightning,
hanging on puppet stings--hand-pitched by
the godly and furious--swirl by and by,
altogether in a disciplined line untouched
by the hands of the mortal, or, the moral
and to and fro with the tick-tock of the angry
father clock--one with a beard usufruct
by the mites of tomorrow--
they go.
they go, to
and fro,
go
in ways unseen
by eyes unfazed, uncocked
even with the tempest of numbers
that bind what one might commit for in a day.
no hands so wicked and no mind so dumb can stop
nor quicken the flow of the silvery-sweet metallic balls
of congealed lightning which hand on puppet strings, for only

This is a secret line hidden by fate!their
Stop reading!can
Don't read this line! Beware for terror comes from it! Stop it! timeless glory.
God I told you to stop reading!mount

canny, then, is the way fate swirls by,
for with time penultimate to its plans,
the silvery-sweet metallic balls would sine die cease
twirling in-line with great Clock's fancy, [motives yet unclear why both they go by]
unless the Throne Master himself throws in his mighty brawl,
to stop the tick-tock
to put halt to the metal balls amo ck ;
to devour the beauty of bo t hdeathwdarkos cul ato r
and to blow our lives a Only the Righteous will be followed by time y.
And that only means that no one can be.a

A Bewitching Rime
Toil and grim inside the nasty pot
bloody dirt and grime cooked well and hot
Wolfman toe nails and crab apples rot
fish scales and crow feathers a lot.

In the black cauldron we’ll cook up trouble
Mix it with a ladle and soon will bubble!
Nasty charms and spells bake well till supple
Concoct me death and darkness a couple!

To Listen

I pressed the green button on the stereo set
and stepped on the rusty pedal below the table
in half a second, a fuzzy whiz filled the room
and the lamplights flashed on, and flashed off
in tune with the grisly voice that emanated
from the speakers, your voice, a staccato voice.
It went out first with a loud, ruddy beep
‘beeeep–beeep–beep’ it growled, and slowly,
I fell into the dreamy trance to listen.
And after the fuzzle, the wuzzle and noise,
your words started swimming in the tenuous air,
dancing like bluish, wispy flames
and riding the light towards my ears.
But when it tried to caress my ears, and enter,
I hesitated, shook them off,
for the cacophony of notes articulating in the
illuminated air of fluttering embers
are simply words. Words, only create phrases
and phrases only create songs;
things I detest hearing, promises never kept,
always broken. But every night I listen
to your loveless words, over and over again,
just for me to cry
to cry myself
to sleep.

Carcinogen — A Triolet

Little by little, they double
they recreate, reproduce
in your veins until they crumble
Little by little, they double
without a noise, word or mumble
feeding through your blood to diffuse
Little by little, they double
they recreate, reproduce

Flayed Norms

Whenever I find wild ruddy berries
in verdant trees of known location
–which is all the time–
instead of rubbing it on my ragged shirt
and flinging it to my mouth,
I scrutinize its color first, how it is painted
red, and how the green in its tiny pair of leaves
glitter with fresh morning dew.
Then I pick another, not popping any of which
to my mouth, and compare.
Then I pick another, then another and another
and from the lush batch I choose three
which I peel gently with angel-like hands
so that I can see their juicy flesh.
I search for pests, for rotten veins, for bruised
cheeks, and after I find my perfect berry,
I fling it to my mouth
hiding from the criticizing eyes of those
who deem my norms flayed.

The Definition of Blue

Heavenly.
We feel appeased
with the sight of such brilliance.
No matter what sky
or sea we have driven
ourselves in,
we can’t deny
that we cannot fathom
the definition of such candor
for to define is to limit.
And limit
is to define.

To Live, and Say Farewell

No time can replace what had gone
and yet we wait for some other
to find it, and bring it back.
Why not sit down and dream
of it, in the form of another and
start to forget

forget it all
and release yourself free

but don’t say farewell.

Take it by surprise.