Jesus, who put another quarter in me?
As I have been transferring postings into Word, I’ve read some and realize that I write–though not speak–often naturally in alliteration. i.e., "poring over plot plans," "trace on tables," "rev up with a roar," "cellar of my soul."
I do wonder if this element of poetry is developed over time of reading, writing, learning; or merely mired in metaphor that leaks of lazy loquacity in reaching for a better word further down the alphabet.
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