Spilt Milk

If I ponder ever afters,

steamy loving, days of laughter.

Long and drawn out perfect kisses,

partnered bliss in sheets of silk,

please be honest, please be truthful

are they destined from the outset?

Will they end in total failure,

nothing better than spilt milk?

Are they sad or are they happy,

give and take or mostly snappy?

Do those awkward nasty tantrums

simply need a little fix?

Or are they monumental chasms,

gaping wounds of mass destruction,

torn apart and left in rubble,

once a wall that's lost its bricks?

When I question all those partings

and the tears that cascade freely,

I can see an ocean forming

from the drama and the fights.

Choose with care, repent at leisure,

pleasure doesn't last forever,

haste can bring a lake of sorrow

and a sack of sleepless nights.

Reviews

[KeeD]

Wow Christine, this was truly a well-formed write. You leave the reader with a little food for thought and I can see why it's not worth crying over spilled milk. I love the metaphors in this piece and the way I could relate to all the imagery. This poem has amazing structure and flows nicely. After reading this I know that I need to overlook petty things and avoid the drama that I often find myself drowning in. Cheers Christine for a good poem!

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Kee. I think sometimes when we are young we can make mountains out of molehills. Pleased you enjoyed. If I conveyed anything useful, well that my dear friend is an added bonus lol.

Chris

[barleygirl]

Your rhyme & rhythm are very pleasing to read and I love the way you SHOW instead of TELL, with a ton of bright sparkling examples. I get the feeling you are taking the slow round-about way of throwing out a trail of comparisons, some painted in dramatic imagery (nicely effective) to make your point by coming at it from a few different & unexpected directions. In short, is it worth crying over spilt milk when you compare it to all the ways love & friendship can be destroyed or lost in the process? This question seems to be unspoken in your poem, as such & I love the way you keep it subtle thru comparisons (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Chris Shaw]

I think you have nailed my meaning here Margie. Less nit picking, and more concentrating on the overall picture. Thank you for your great response. (( ))

Chris

[Stella Armour]

we never learn tho' do we, especially when we are young. Heart rules head and common sense goes out the window lol. Still plenty of good memories among the not so good :)

[Chris Shaw]

Especially when we are young, you said it Stella. Thank you and good evening. How are you coping with this heat?

[Stella Armour]

i haven't been out ( not allowed ) and its cool in the house x
i sometimes laugh to myself at things i worried and cried over years ago lol

[Chris Shaw]

Good that the inside of your home is cool. same with mine. I know what you mean about reflecting on our upsets when we were young. They seem so trifling as you get older.