Awful Alliteration – #Napowrimo 12

The poem on this page
is a space saver,
wearily waiting for
something to occur,
a cozy cave of safety,
pinned and posted,
in a not so subtle space
for another poxy poet
to shiftily share more
than her fair share.

Fulfilling the thirst
for mucking about
with absurd wording.
These words will resist
remaining. Thriftily
avoiding the poets wish
to represent the rarity,
of perfectly postured poetry,
meandering in meaning.

Words hesitate to be heard,
never to pass my lips
I’m just playing with
allegations of alliteration,
a random resemblance,
and apathetic attempt,
to cleverly capture
authentic assonance.
In this there is
no resonance.


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