Spilt Milk.

A play on life that sometimes work.

Those digits that touched against yours now adorn,

sweet gold I've longed for since times of fun,

A time I lay dead with overpowering tasks,

of work and life alone you yielded to run.

 

 

Brushing hairs left soft in moisture and skin,

bleeding souls quake through times and states,

A smile that lights a stirring heart to fair,

leading those broken to a heavens locked gates.

 

 

Piece by piece and kiss by kiss you take,

a child and turn him to man no longer alone,

For he needs nothing but your hand in his,

you seated him against odds and ends throne.

 

 

Feel free to mock those happier than you,

a past screams that I join your bitter ilk,

A kin to state the present and never to us,

no point in crying over a little spilt milk.

Author's Note

Honesty! x

Reviews

[Maya Storm]

Honesty! Can you handle it? :)

The first three sections outstanding... the last paragraph left me a bit mad for the lack of a better word. You did not complete this piece the way it needed to be.

"Piece by piece and kiss by kiss you take,
a child and turn him to man no longer alone,..."
That right there is strength in words, and it matched what was above...
"sweet gold I've longed for since times of fun,
A time I lay dead with overpowering tasks,"

I found that you needed an ending and you just rushed it. This is not at all the take away from you main thoughts I liked this piece just fine.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I can always handle honesty, it's a recurring theme in my works. I do understand what your saying though, the poem can read as if the ending was an after thought to something defined. However, it was purposful, it negated the reason of the piece, that anything regardless of impact can be handled, even the mundane and the absolute.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

now Thomas, this is wonderful, it started out loving then ended with a POW!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you x

[Ruth]

Your metaphors get more striking :) Glad to read you today love, have always loved your manner of expression! Awesome work...you make the balance poignant here xoxo

[Little Birdie]

All good things coming to an end and a lovely metaphore as a centre of a much more complex emotion. Absolutely brilliant work.

[asdarkeyesclose]

'leading those broken to a heavens locked gates.'

i just loved that stanza and no, there will always be some spilt milk, it is as inevitable as the seasons and the rising and setting of the sun. fantastic poem.

[judith106]

Wow I think this is great. From the very first line you had my attention. Thank you

[silver threaded queen]

absolutely raw, a cry for acknowledgment, beautifully formed... loved it!

[外人 (Gaiji..]

Well, deep :)

[My Fair Lady]

As with many of your works, I love to just let them soak into my thoughts. I enjoyed this piece very much. "Piece by piece and kiss by kiss you take a child and turn him to a man no longer alone" touched me very much. Thank you.

[Marissa]

I like it!

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Beautiful piece, full of emotion xx i love your writing x :O)