Vermin

poem

I’m better when you do not

imagine me an honorable man.

You, with your breeding,

alpine beauty and pluck--

are symphonically designed,

and I, nothing better than a rat.

Today, you’ve dressed in assortments:

flashbulb smiles, bluest silks, and

embroidered Lotus flowers.

Yesterday, in Reykjavik, the wind

put pink in your porcelain features.

Tomorrow, you’ll forget me.

Reviews

[willweb]

I think the opening line says it all. Even though the poet my see her as more than beautiful, do not bother to pin me with anything that smiles. Nicely done.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Oh that there be in each turn and corner around this inhabited world such that by their mere presence and existence ourselves deem vermin and perhaps even less. To be smitten is such sweet pain at times.

[Mike]

Wow! Is this Thoreau?

[Red Brick Keshner]

Could be but wouldn't be betting on it just yet. :-)