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.

[khalid]

wonderful poem really..sounds little sad but you have penned it in a wonderful way

[Honey54]

I love the flow and message...your so right! to use in crying over whats already done! this poem inspires me, i cried last night over things that happen to me in the past and realized, my tears does nothing for whats going on in my life now! this poem touched me deeply!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Brilliant work!...your skill at conveying life's intricate moments are spot on. Great write.

[Pencrafter]

Well, ok. Your poem reminds me of a huge jigsaw puzzle. While there is certainly a place for complex poetry, with esoteric phrases and hidden meanings, for the average man (and I'm below average) I can't understand it. Except for the not crying over spilt milk part, which kind of anchors it into the mundane world. You lead us and entice us onto a higher intellectual plane, which is good. Don't stop on my account.

[Coyote Poetry]

There is wisdom in these words. I like how you made your point in the poem.
"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."
Thank you for the excellent poem my friend.
Coyote

[Raven Starhawk]

Erotically brilliant. I have never read words so beautiful in a poem I wish I could live through. I hope I make sense. ^^* Either way I adore the skill you put into this piece.

[quarintine_deathangel]

This has an interesting flow to it. The words go together really well also. I couldn't perfectly grasp the theme, although I get the idea of the poem. Thanx for the read request ^.^

[Emerald Seas]

A hint of melancholy, laced with a bit of rebellion, and a refreshing thought of what is done, is done so move on. Woven well together...

[Southern Cross]

Such truths in this and yes," No point in crying over a little spilt milk" ..it never tastes the same

[Kenneth The Poet]

One sweet piece.