O Twilight Brisk
A brash bright sun of lily snow, a ray
of rainbow charm! His shadow form would pass —
gray moon with soulful past, waist bows to pray.
No luck — this chump — lays dandy cloak for lass.
Both braids to climb, not charming work — aghast!
Sun’s light sans coal, moon wants to grab a spark.
Though much afraid — a mighty storm, witch cast.
Bold clouds doth soar, but moon withstands the dark.
With victory in mind, a worthy goal,
to link two lights, to wan and wax, to fly.
Thus hand in hand, slight touch of mirth; a stroll.
O twilight brisk, too quick — conjoins soft sighs.
Ah! Joyful bond of sun and moon; said blood
doth count — a blushing sky so pink its bud.
7/23/2020
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Checked with howmanysyllables.com
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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