hail heavy dew

Alliteration in some corners of the literate world is considered to be a lesser part of the form of art. I strongly disagree with this view, I sincerely think alliteration has much more literate potential than how it generally is being perceived. The true hardship for the writer of alliteration is to find words in such a way which will support either the rhythm of the story, or the storyline, as far as a poem can have a storyline of course. Where a poem may take you to different places in a few lines, storylines of poetry go beyond the rules of prose. There may well be poems where a storyline is language itself. The main character the I from the pen who wrote those poems. However when language becomes the storyline of a poem a new chapter emerges in both writing and reading. Can the writer still decipher his or her own message, or do they need the reader to tell her or him. Exactly that is what makes writing and reading alliteration exciting and intriguing. The writer submits to the assignment, only slight deviations allowed, all in service to written piece, subordinate to the writer's prompt.

In this case it's words with the letter "p." I read somewhere that most words in English which start with this letter aren't originally from the English language. Second, during these weeks of self-isolation the word 'pandemic' lingered inevitably everywhere. Where it is connected to pain and suffering I saw the precipitation of tears, the waterfall of patients and human beings on the their way to the hunting grounds. I saw a rain consisting of humans. I saw the hypocrisy of daily numbers. Not only China under reports its numbers, it is a pathology in itself. On a worldwide scale people who aren't tested are left outside the equation. The outbreak managers only goal to hit the bell for flattening the curve, how flattering do the numbers need to be for a reopening, their apparent sole goal. The fact that beyond those mentioned an excess of people died put away to the side.