Milk Carton Portrait
By bpathos
This morning I woke up missing
Just a question mark in mid
air
I spoke and no one listened
Cried and no one cared
Passed through my day
The missing life in my eyes
What, purpose
stripped away
Was truth but not a prize
The book of life,
open to see
Clearly now missing a page
The moral has been set
free
And the plot has flown the cage
All that is sacred
is not
All that would bear mention
Is as never and forgot
As is lacking its invention
Everything less and nothing
more
The beginning gone as the end
Neither word nor pen or paper
Nothing where the writer had been
No clock or numbers for
its face
No history or future time
No ever cleansing virgin space
No song, rhythm or rhyme
Not being right nor wrong
Not a who or what
All that could, being gone
I was and now
was not
My shadow now is almost gone
When I reach out
there’s only air
Left as the darkness in the dawn
The reflection
has no me in there
No one crying or dying
No one wrapped
in false hope
No one cheating or lying
No bad jokes about the
pope
Mercy and penalties undone
Where there was a world
There was no thing or one
The cosmic dice never hurled
It occurred to me and not to me
I had not or had a choice
If I am and not to be
I could revolt and rejoice
Self
creation, a two edged sword
The captain lashed to the wheel
Creation
is such a dark house
If I had fingers I could feel
I
could see beauty if I had eyes
Hear music if I had ears
I’d
see hellos and good byes
Hear the smiles and tears
From
nowhere every where’s close
Delusion or invention of being
By
its occurrence of notion be
Nothing’s always filled by something
Yet the mind is tainted by the soul
All things known to
its affects
The stage is set from what it is told
And what it
sees is what it expects
To recreate the world subjective
By faith I declare my self alive
And faith attests to God above
Does reality by faith survive
Roam the earth and tell me
why
Go search the hearts and minds
The best is only just getting
by
To light a candle for the blind
What do you say if
some one listens
I’d make a world where I was there
What do
you do if someone cares
I’d make a world that wasn’t missing
Author's Note:
There is more unknown than known.Awards
Comments on "Milk Carton Portrait"
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A former member wrote:
I agree...the title an author gives is an open window to their souls. It’s like naming their first born child. More often then not they spend as much time naming the art as it took to write it. Btw I loved both title and body
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On Monday, November 20, 2017, Cassette
(1087) wrote:
that opening line is really wonderful and sets the stage for the rest of this poem to unravel. lovely.
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A former member wrote:
Exceptional, felt it in my core, love your rhythm!
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On Monday, October 14, 2013, dwells
(4177) wrote:
A Nihilist perspective portrayed in a metaphor to the lost and forgotten, and the Captain lashed frozen to the wheel of the Hesperus - perfect picture for man vs. the elemental. Then nothing filled by something is the power that only women know too, cheers BP and sorry I missed this one earlier (welcome again!)
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On Tuesday, March 19, 2013, PoetessDarkly
(693) wrote:
awesome and beautiful!
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On Sunday, January 31, 2010, Blood Saga
(78) wrote:
I've always loved your poetry, but I think this is by far my favorite of yours...Thank you so much for this beautiful write...Truly, I haven't the words to express how deeply this has struck me.
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On Sunday, September 23, 2007, urbanhumility
(1158) wrote:
beautiful......in all its truth, wisdom and intelligence...........well done