"Brittle Bread"

“Brittle Bread”

 

 

My heart is brittle bread

With crumbs falling to the floor

Broken into seismic pieces

 

Ginger snaps in your fingers

Holding golden morsels

Up against your moist mouth

 

You perplex my sad satire

The erroneous complexities

That stem from such bitter longings

 

As you said your stoic goodbyes

I fell into a shallow crusty grave

With the ground dark as pudding

Beneath my care worn feet

 

The burnt scent of pasta

Is only a metaphor of us

The strain of everyday (love)

Stretched to bitter breaking point

 

Once upon a jaded fountain

I drank deeply of your fount

The mercurial taste of innocence

 

Now the intoxicating nectar

Strums my delicate disposition

The sweetest wine thus bitter

 

And what of such wishes

That would once inebriate

Have fallen like pearls

Before this wretched swine

 

The culling of this soul

Cut like prime steak

 

The last divine meal

Before the execution

Of my bittersweet soul

 

Kenny L. Mitchell

January 23, 2009

　

　

Reviews

[cest la vie]

This is fabulous.. While one may think they have entered a goody shop, it is really the "gingerbread house".. Your use of metaphors is outstanding. The sadness and heartbreak delivered in this piece just hits at the core of the reader..so my advice, roll some fresh dough, and watch it rise..

[Erin]

That's so sad! The vocab was the best thing about this poem, even though the tone was good as well. Wooow....you metaphor is terribly tragic yet somehow true true. This is really good. And sad. But good. Yet sad.
PBP

[safiredoll]

Excellent....I loved this; your use of imagery was great!

[Lola Nation]

I think it was a bit overboard with all the bread/last meal type references but I thought this line was a candle - brilliant all on its own:

Ginger snaps in your fingers