Spilt Milk and Cable Cars

Spilt Milk and Cable Cars

A Poem by Nicola Taylor

I am spilt milk
and cable cars
 
I am crashing, rusted seams
screeching and fumbling at the halt
 
I am the follower of weaving, wavering lines
others drew so I would stay on time
 
I am to be filled to the brim with soulful people
with blank faces only to deliver them to their destinations
 
I am not
to be cried over.

© 2013 Nicola Taylor


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I love the powerful ending! It's always tough to find an ending that works.

There's a honesty in simplicity, says I.

Keep scribbling :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Intelligent and witty. I can feel the sarcasm in my joints. It bruised my ego and left me speechless, thank you for that.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I think she is one tough chick! I like how she clearly states that she is not to be cried over. Even if the world isn't offerind such a smooth ride. Well done! Angi~

Posted 11 Years Ago


the feel I get from this is that you are used and tossed aside without care. very depressing feel to it I like how you do it this is I'd say the favorite one from the ones I have read from you so far.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on October 6, 2013
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Nicola Taylor
Nicola Taylor

Portland, OR



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