Her Milk Was Sour

by Ben Pickard   May 13, 2019

If the leaves should grieve the way I do,
Let lightning blast the bark.
If Heaven burns when I arrive,
Then let me love the dark.
If the sun shines down above my head,
But never lights the road,
Then let me live in black instead
And keep my dank abode.
When hope has latched its gate on me -
When solitude is all -
And when the thrush has flung its song,
Then let me yield and fall.
And when at last I close my eyes,
I want the world to know,
That I have said my last goodbyes,
But life has doused my glow.

Oh, reader, hear my last true words:
I never meant to fold,
But Nature squeezed me to her breast
And drowned my last resolve.


Ben Pickard 2019


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  • 1 year ago

    by Maher

    Now this, Mr Pickard, is some well written poetry! Very well done good sir and congrats on the win. Absolutely deserving of it my friend.

    • 1 year ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks so much, Maher. Good to hear from you.

  • 1 year ago

    by Star

    Congratulations Ben, this indeed is a front page poem!!!

  • 1 year ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    I'm so glad this wonderful poem won - you need to start publishing, Ben.

  • 1 year ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Wow! breathtaking. I don't know where you manage to conjure such magic but it is truly wonderful. Please please write a book with all your lovely poems.... Loved it. Milly x

    • 1 year ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, Milly - glad you enjoyed.

  • Jeez you really have a way with words, if rhyming is meant to be a disadvantage... I've never seen it with your work.

    You always surpass yourself.


    • 1 year ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks so much, Tony. Personally, I can't ever accept that rhyme is a disadvantage in poetry but I understand it isn't always well done. Glad you think mine stands up!
      Take care.

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