Nola Perez Poet Alliteration

April Fool

A storm's revving up in the Gulf
somewhere.  The screen door
slaps in a security lapse.  Back yard
furies (from the pen of The Bard)
strike up the band with a caveat

that's seldom been heard.  A small 
lake turtle lifts his garden hose
head to a once-tranquil surface
transformed into dread, and I, Dona
Quixote, go to fence with an owl

Who-who's out of his element
on a neighboring dock, but closer
inspection reveals no college professor,
just an owly imposter, a quasi-
transgressor chiseled from rock

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Daver Austin March 29, 2009 at 9:15 AM Wow! Congratulations everybody, a few have finally commented on one of the very best poets on the soup....there should be 100. This is deep, Nola, so deep I'll have to ruminate on it for a spell. I get the impression of fear, almost panic, yet an effort to soften, to be kind to one's self. Great writing, my dear old friend. Love, daver