#Poem of the Day: #318 of #365 A Prompt A Day For Bee ~ Interactive Poetry Generator

This fun experiment was first posted in April 2015 on my old blog:

That was fun yesterday :-). Sometimes you just have to play around to get the mojo back :-). So today I will try “Language Is A Virus'” Poem Engine. You can choose phrases and it makes a poem for you. :-). It made this one for me πŸ™‚

*giggle*

 

We shall travel in and in the sacred woods

A little wild ray of light inside the cool white ophelia floating;
those snarling monsters of mad seas;
like dragonflies threading! for more than a thousand years!

In the wine of daylight their breasts.
– like an organ of iron, the beads of their loves.
For these cracked brains hemmed in by chimaeras.
– bathe my bare strew the flowers of their.

We shall travel in, and in the sacred woods
into the deep ocean and the horizon rushes
why the golden stars came snowing;

Gaudy redskins had taken them, in the long violet coagulations,
and a sweetmeat good of gleams of the daylight
the scented twilight, of silver waves

by Bee & Arthur Rimbaud

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