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.

[Morrigan Nicole]

As always, an amazing job! Deep emotional poem.

[Tom Cook]

The third stanza, wow. It just pulverizes me with raw emotion

[Muse]

Metaphorically deep...I feel like I need to read this with my eyes closed....and let your words speak for themselves. The title alone makes me think...what? If I had to guess...it's about picking your battles. Spilled milk is trivial compared to some.

[MOON]

Great word choice mysterious as well and last stanza sums it up whats done is done.

[Seanne Tholltree]

the smooth flow makes it so wonderful to read,,great job..

[CHRIS ANDES]

you've created it well =]

[ur_ginger_girl]

Great read.

[Dayran]

I'm inclined to think that you see the narcissus in a fair light on that rare occasion when even the gods would envy the sacrifice he makes. No doubt the ilk you refer to may in some way refer to god's loss of the grand height of delight. I expect that it is a secret only shared with you and no one else. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

[quinfinn]

i am so touched and linked to your last four lines here ...terrific ending to a remarkable write, truly one of your jewels.thank you for sharing this part of your soul

[Aianarie (INACTIVE)]

An entertaining and though-provoking piece. It could very well be the summary to an excellent book!