High Cost

High Cost                    by Sami Khalil

 

I lost my train of thoughts so many times

They come like fireflies dancing and glowing

I can’t quite wrap my head around what chimes

Beguiling speech or love words echoing.

 

Things are not like they used to be that rhyme

They feel tragic, not in good harmony

Some grow cold to fires, shown in their prime

Finding release in status and money.

 

Let me testify what I can’t deny

Love can signify worth and brighter days

Procuring a lifeline, a rich supply

Before casting stones, try its gentle ways.

 

Like a ship in raging storms, we are lost

Those who find joy care less for the high cost.

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. You nailed it. Very well crafted.

[Sami Khalil]

Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us. Have a pleasant weekend

[Steven]

keep choosing what makes you happy i say. if others dont see it they dont like art i guess.

[Sami Khalil]

I agree wholeheartedly dear poet and friend. Thank you and I will. Gracie millee.

[Pryde Foltz]

A wonderful sonnet dealing with a concept that has also been weighing on my mind: the way so many pursue status as though it were food and water and to the detriment of all else. We are shielded from the most valuable and life-giving by the pursuit of status and unfortunately ... also the pursuit of virtue ... or at least the appearance of virtue. Once again Sami ... a very find write.

[Sami Khalil]

Whoooeeee! So true and well articulated. I love your take on this concept. Thank you so much dear poet and friend for all.

[Ken Simm.]

What a profound and powerfully beautiful write.

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! Thank you so much dear poet and friend for this wonderful review. Glad you like it.

[June bug]

"Things are not like they used to be that rhyme"
Yet you rhymed your poem anyway. **wink
This is a wonderful write, kind of heartfelt. Nicely written

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe! You are astute. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us.

[mou]

Earthy pleasures are the curtains that hide the true void from one's core and this void is stubborn indeed. Peace is silent. It is a heartfelt write.
'...Before casting stones, try its gentle ways...'
Beautiful ❤
- mou

[Sami Khalil]

What a beautiful review dear poet and friend; I like your wisdom muchly. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us.
Happy April Fool's day.

[Pete]

you can't put a price on happiness and true love is worth far more than its weight in gold and these days of living on credit don't help - there is a price for these "real things" and they must be paid in cash from the heart.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! I love your take on this poem dear poet and friend; I can't agree more. You summed it up marvelously. Thank you kindly.