An inoffensive old man
Sits down and contemplates his situation
While the years have scored his forehead
Intimidated by the gaze
Of over-complicated fear.
From an early pose his neutrality
Falls away from the shackles of home.
Far from domesticity, flung away
From fear and intimidation of peers
So devoid of attachments.
But he sips warm milk.
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Interesting piece. The last line......hmmmm! Makes me think of the old mans attachments or, his agedness. Very clever how it imbues upon the reader to go back again and read it, just in case you missed something the first time round.
Actually, i think i enjoyed this piece more than at first thought.
Nice work
keep posting
best wishes
mike
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Dave D Poet Rhumour
Thu 23rd Feb 2012 22:23
Interesting piece as mike said. I thought that title might describe me - but fortunately the last line conclusively proves I wasn't the inspiration - I don't drink milk. ;) Best wishes, Dave