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A man from then

Short of breath, eating carbon
The man from then kept moving forward.
Enraged them with queries, himself not dithered.
“Are you sure, this is 21st and not any other?”

Marauder not was he, confused only.
Posterity was indeed more intelligent but their acts unwisely.
Uncertain, was he skeptic or were they insane?  Yet
Nothing justified their shallow blings.

Kicking aside everything, he looked out to take a final mental shot.  


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 Prompts for YeahWrite: word 'pivot'/ genre Steampunk/ acrostic poem.

Steampunk is a subgenre of science fiction or science fantasy that incorporates technology and aesthetic designs inspired by 19th-century industrial steam-powered machinery.

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  1. NateMarch 9, 2018 at 1:20 AM

    I'm sensing time traveller. I enjoyed the world your word choices built: "dithered," "eating carbon," "shallow blings." the only part that I stumbled over was the "Marauder not" line. The poem isn't rhyming or using scansion, so I wasn't sure why it was worded that way, especially since no other line was written like that.

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    1. ShreyaKashyapMarch 9, 2018 at 2:15 AM

      Hi Nathan,

      Thanks for your comment. By 'marauder', I merely tried to invoke imagery kind of thing. I mean imagine the person trying to get answers to his questions, bugging them, touching them out of nowhere. This is usually reflective of a thieving persona when the person is a stranger. And from there I think I took to exaggeration to call him marauder.

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