Tenderness Blues

When I wake up in the morning

I want hot food on my plate

When I wake up in the morning

I want hot food on my plate

I don’t care how you fix

Just don’t make me wait

 

I love you to death, woman

But you have much to learn

I love you to death, woman

But you have much to learn

I like my eggs scrambled

And my toast a little burnt

Author's Note

REALLY read into this one. I usually don't tell what my pieces are about ahead of time because I want you all to form your own unbiased thoughts. However, with this one I guess I will lol. This entire thing is a metaphor for me wanting to tell a lady to let me know how she feels, for her to go ahead and show some tenderness before it is too late. Before I allow my mind to get the best of me and I convince myself that the lady has no affection for me.

Reviews

[Arial, Black]

I read the work before I read your notes. and taking into account your other pieces (I read a few before this one) my first thought was that you were writing from a different perspective. Your explanation makes sense to me, I think - you're provoking the woman, like poking a bear with a stick, and trying to get her to react? (Be careful she doesn't take a frying pan to your head lol:) I like the blues-y style, repeating lines. Even without your explanation the work stands well on its own. ab

[Jorge Martinez]

I like the repetition of the first two lines of each stanza, it shows a sense of frustration, like the other person is not listening. I sense a feeling of anger and impatience here, which comes across quite well. I like your poem...Jorge.

[Sujash I. Purna]

Ishin denshin...good job mate! In future, I might follow this pattern...really!! a new idea came up to my mind after reading this!

[Harley (arbiter)]

OMG dude this is awesom!!!!!!! I fell like that sometimes too! I love you're style keep it up!