Prompt: a poem that involves alliteration, consonance, and assonance.
Spring Cleaning
Spring sometimes starts slowly
sometimes rumbling, bumbling along
but the anticipatable arrival announces itself
(or should be spotted, shall we say)
when the light lingers a little longer
before bedtime bids it “bye-bye”
Often, its this time of the year that I take
to transforming the interior layout
of the place where my professional pursuits
are performed
Chair and desk
(often fairly a mess)
find a new wall to face
a new place to grace
within the same chamber
I admit that I find
this cleaning concurrently clears
my mind of its clutter and in hindsight
has habitually helped hone
an otherwise unruly focus