Trophy of Words

Momentous meteor shower of words Plethora of metered color absurd Rainbows falling to the ground With syllable shakes and bobo refrains Lamentable lemon sunsets of pain Our God stuns with just one sound Err not, for he certainly beautifies Wing’d articulation of butterflies Enchanting chanting with wings Whilst poet’s tongue sticks to roof of mouth Or bathes in blather of love toward spouse God’s glory the angels King Our word counts we treasure and lock up tight Iambic or free we type up all night Impactful the sun and moon God’s trophy ascribed sans paper and ink Multitude of stars show’d off on the brink In sacred immaculate swoon 8/21/2021