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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  • 7 months ago

    by CJ Maleney

    Just seen this one while having a brew. This is deffo one for my favorites list

  • 7 months ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Ben, this went straight into my favs about .5 of a second after reading this.

    I love how this reads aloud and, as we all expect from you (hahahaha no pressure) your word choice and meter is spot on, great imagery here too with the half rhymes (which are indeed totally legitimate)

    I need to create a new word for awesomeness.

    Ben

    • 7 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Ben, thanks again for your time and confidence in me!

  • 7 months ago

    by deeplydesturbed

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

    • 7 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Peter and Naomi - thank you, both

  • 7 months ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

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

  • 7 months ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

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

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