Today’s NaPoWriMo is to “write a poem that explicitly incorporates alliteration (the use of repeated consonant sounds) and assonance (the use of repeated vowel sounds).” For A to Z Challenge the GoodReads quote is from the letter L. As well, thanks to Pricless Joy for hosting FFftAW.
“The thing about love is that you will never run out of it. It’s an ever-flowing river. So go ahead and LOVE. What are you saving all this love for — death?” ― Kamand Kojouri
The river she flows fluent, flourishing in her mad descent,
Rapids, water reeling past rocks leading her to a path of providence.
Fast, and fleet, a river rivaling; I’ve experienced —
On the weary trail, the river cutting, crushing the rocks.
She carves her path, ploughing silt to the shore,
Debris of dramatic, erosion deciding on the the crooked carved path.
The water, she must flow, finding her fabulous spark in the light of —
Lumionous sunlight, searing in the afternoon heat.
For this river runs through the desert, the orange, organic trails,
Mixed with red-rock, rizing in the Arizona afternoon.
Cliffs creating a canyon so deep and wide, where the water dances through.
No one to stop her destruction of rock, her pounding so hard it hurts,
But the river rivals all, keeps on carving her way —
Through the canyon cringing, when she chops off more silt.
Off its brilliant fire, she finds a place where the —
River rests in waterfalls crashing and carniverous,
Then she wanes as she reaches shore and and lays back breathing,
At ease, she is pleased and settles,
Against the sand of some beach, somewhere; she’s oblivious —
Paulette had never seen anything as thrilling as the dawning sun kissing the ocean turning the blue-green water of the ports a shimmering orange. She was high above the city in a helicopter.
It used to be her favourite time of the day, before violence, destruction, and war was waged against the island of Jespa. Although many international leaders did not want to aggravate their largest trading partners, the communist country Hincqua, other countries supported the democratic island country of Jespa who had formed seeking independence from Hincqua.
Hincqua had not put up with Jespa’s humiliation for long. As a result, when the sun was high in the sky, Paulette’s heart sank at the decimation before her. She only knew it was her team’s job to aid the survivors in starting over. Jespa had become uninhabitable.