Chapped Lips And Worldly Worth

by Ben Pickard   Feb 17, 2017


With butterflies, I came to land
Upon the flower's tip.
With salt, I dwelt amongst the sand,
And never chapped my lips.
From heaven's bile, I ducked and dived,
And never once was marked.
I lived and loved and even thrived
Amidst the dank and dark.
I am not well - I am not 'right' -
I do not plough the earth;
But none of this demeans my sight -
I know my worldly worth.

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Ben Pickard 2017

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  • 3 days ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Benny,
    Well as many have said - this I feel is another winning poem..
    Well done...

    • 2 days ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Peter and Naomi - thank you, both

  • 3 days ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    Another winner Ben. Superb writing as we have come to expect from you.
    I loved your poem and your title.

  • 3 days ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    Another winner Ben. Superb writing as we have come to expect from you.
    I loved your poem and your title.

  • 3 days ago

    by Hellon

    I haven't commented much since the changes to the site due, mostly, to computer.internet problems here at home..Can I first up ask why you chose not to centre? I just feel it would have looked prettier if you had :)

    You start off with an AB rhyme which seems to get lost half way through the verse...marked and dark don't strictly rhyme for example and earth and worth definately don't..not with my accent anyway.

    Yeah...I know I'm harsh but...yeah...:)

    • 3 days ago

      by Ben Pickard

      'Marked' and 'dark' are half rhymes (which are perfectly legitimate tools in rhyming poetry) and 'earth' and 'worth' are just about perfect rhymes...in my accent anyway!
      Thanks, Hellon.

  • 5 days ago

    by Ren

    Absolutely beautiful, Ben. I love this piece! Amazing work, as always :)
    Take care

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