A Comparison

On a mundane, misty, morning,

my heart’s secret came in view;

A thickening thought was thorning

from that life I lived with you.

 

I’m not rich or roamed or royal,

but I tremble not at this,

only simply sift through soil,

for the true worth of a kiss.

 

It’s careless to contrast; compare

to anything on Earth,

and yet I did decide to dare,

and find just what it’s worth.

 

If a man is worth the time of day,

then a kiss is worth the night,

but while daytime needs the sun to shine,

a kiss makes its own light.

 

If a trinket’s worth its weight in gold,

a kiss is worth the sky,

for as gold’s weight will weigh it down,

a kiss will float and fly.

If a seasoned sailor’s worth his salt,

then a kiss is worth the sea,

but a sailor needs a ship and wind,

and a kiss can simply be.

 

If a picture’s worth a thousand words,

then a kiss won’t speak a word.

For while man screams its sentient self,

only his heart beat is heard.

Author's Note

Thoughts, please!

Reviews

[Nick.B]

You have an interesting style, more of a classic one, love it, great job

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another classic pice from you that flows like silk. You are a technical poet whereas i write free verse. But this is beautiful!

[Meesh]

Thank you! I really enjoy trying to structure my thoughts around a set rhyme scheme and meter. It's part of the beauty for me :) glad you like it!

[Pryde Foltz]

Oh, you read that to some pretty girls, and kisses will not be in short supply.

[Mizo4]

cool poem, its rythm theme and mood illustrate to me a victorian sonnet, it has nice images and is pretty to read- really cool