Fancy Words All In A Row
A frothy burst for wordy wordsmiths. A poem.
Published in
Oct 10, 2020
Fancy words all in a row.
Facetious banter dims the glow.
Language permeates the mind.
Revealing rapture so divine.
Here I begin to salivate,
great words and verbs I conjugate.
This is metaphorical.
Still, we measure for a fool.
A simile is just so close.
Like sunset blazing on the coast.
Alliteration alchemy.
Arouse an active allergy.
Flirty vowels and sultry nouns,
naked adverbs fleeing town.
Everything seems so concrete,
like asphalt radiating heat.
Illusions painted over truth,
sidewalks crack from earthy roots.
We are insignificant,
if we so envision it.
