Vermin

I’m better when you do not

presume me an honorable man.

You, with your breeding, your

alpine beauty and pluck,

are symphonically designed.

And I am nothing better than a rat.

Yesterday, in Reykjavik, the wind

put pink in your porcelain features.

Today, you’ve dressed in assortments,

flashbulb smiles, and bluest silks.

Alas, embroidered lotus flower,

tomorrow, you’ll forget me.

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

Alas there are some personages that make us feel small and undeserving, through no fault of theirs! I try to “see” more of them until something, some time, would balance my looking up by several degrees. But that’s something each works on for themselves. 🙏🏻🕊

[Perry]

Sometimes, it comes down to being honest with oneself. At least, that's what my sister told me, and I couldn't help but notice she's usually right, lol.

[redd Brick Keshner]

That’s a good place to start. She’s a wise one, your sister. At least from that point, as I don’t know her at all. 🙏🏻🕊

[Michael Sun Bear]

You’ve written a beautiful poem. I have a clear image of the woman in my own mind, she with her flashbulb smiles. So sad, so much hurt, knowing she will leave you. I have been there.

[Perry]

Thanks so much, Michael. Yes, flashbulb smiles, dazzling and dangerous.

[Dylan Macadham]

Unrequited Love or Love lost? ...either way I liked it, well writ :)

[Perry]

Thanks, Dylan. Unrequited. Wherever she's going, he's unable to follow.