I would like to alliterate on that which could obliterate, the sound my conscience does assonance. There is no mind, quite like mine, when it comes to explication of explanation, in frustration and infuriation, but assonance is not dissonance, and therefore, unlike a U-Boat hiding, let’s stay law abiding, and not let our consternation, become damnation, through some simple alliteration which with diligence and consonance, can ring with recognizance, if in cyphers we can decode, that secret sprawl that Git’s hub around so frequently in public commits, or is it committees? Whither here or whither there, tilting at windmills accomplishes nothing in the end except to make the wind feel superior and the tilter more inferior but alas, the time has passed and now the clock strikes into someone else’s slot because the tilter could not step down from the podium until well past the allotted hour – much like this poem has run it’s course numerous lines ago but continues to blather on like a blatherskite, but at least no owls (or was it vowels?), were butchered in consideration of this not quite alliteration and so at last, since the time has past, ado is bid, and the poet hid.
NaPoWriMo Day 26 Challenge: “write a poem that involves alliteration, consonance, and assonance. Alliteration is the repetition of a particular consonant sound at the beginning of multiple words. Consonance is the repetition of consonant sounds elsewhere in multiple words, and assonance is the repetition of vowel sounds.”
So I didn’t exactly follow the prompt but I did take inspiration from it.
Donna M. Monnig has published numerous books of poetry including Escaping Destiny, Thoughts on Exhibit, Keeper of the Dead, Take the Leap, and Echoes of Time, as well as the children's book Chasing Ghosts. View more of her work at www.dragonshieldpress.com, www.donnamonnig.com, and her author's page on Amazon.
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