I don’t want to hear about
your garden
or what you had for dinner
or
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Little things we do not pay attention to, depicting so nice the wrong world we should change.
Brian, you bring out the tragedy of child abuse and a horrible father figure (if the one depicted can even be called that) to perfection.. My respect for you Brian.. The best poem of yours I have read so far. It simply evoked a whole spectrum of emotions within me - anger, pain, anguish, hatred, disappoinment, sadness, rage, and maybe pity too... Incredible poem.. Thank you..
So this poem highlights childhood abuse in a kind of angry I one upped you kind of way. Its very distubring and moving and I got caught up in the emotion of it. To juxtapose horrific childhood experiences to mundane poetry is clever. Well written...but...Oh so SAD! : ( ....And the title is brilliant (Spilled Milk...literal and figurative....)
I fervently hope this is not biographical. It is a good thing to get down on paper so it doesn't rattle around in your head quite so loudly (if, indeed it is factual) . Strongly written. Got to be at least a personal witnessing. I have been very lucky in my lifetime to the extent of not being able to come up with a comparably miserable scenario. Peace, Brian
Sometimes, a rare bird is thine poetry, But always moving, Never causing apathy. Very well written poem with blood curling subjects.
I liked how the entire form of the poem changed just as we unveil the evil subject matter it addresses. The first twelve lines are very sing-songy. Almost metrical. But then it changes. It becomes like short paragraphs of horror. Tight and emotional and descriptive snapshots of an unfortunate childhood photo book. Very good read. Thanks for sharing Brian