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The Price of Milk.

Misting up the glass,
With anticipation.
Small silent eyes are ready-
Excitement's precipitation
Announces the lust of lightening,
For a sudden sky-wide constellation.
Shrieks of pleasure, like birds at dawn.
Ripe as red apples,
Hands brush in the noon haze,
In repose, on garden's grass
Plump and full up with youthful laze
They taste one another's dappled eye
Under unending boughs and new-born days
Driven home as bees to honey
Knotted and lined and pallid as wood
They troop alone, into the kitchen
Where worn oak frames some grandchildren,
Who still shriek at lightening.
Cost bemoaned by Adam,
Francesca replied,
"That's the price of milk..."

5 Aug 08

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Interesting.  Plus that price of milk sure is getting up there, isn't it?
 — propoet50

Oh, its dreadfully high! ;)
Thanks for commenting!
 — keleph

Do you think the meaning is too subtle? Its not about the literal price of milk (obviously) and I'm slightly worried the meaning is too indirect for much to be gleaned from it.
 — keleph

Oh, I don't have thoughts.  Innt obviously argument from ignorance?
 — unknown

You may be on to something.  I'll admit I have a problem finding meaning in abstract works.  What is the meaning?  Having said that I do like it.
 — propoet50

Ok, I never do this but I'll try to give the exact meaning because its important to me to see if it could be unearthed with a little thought or its just unintelligible debris.
        Its about lust, how lust is what drives us through our lives. Even through childhood where it is a lust for new experiences ( like watching lightening ) or later in life the more traditional lust for sex etc. Then how the loss of lust comes about with the rearing of children: the old couple have lost their drive and argue about small, unimportant things like the price of milk. Such a life is the price of having children (of giving milk).
Clues to the lust thing are in the names; Francesca Di Rimini is punished for lust in the Divine Comedy and Adam is he of biblical fame. The syllable count of the lines also mirror the loss of drive.
So is the poem rubbish that no one could ever have understood or a well expressed sentiment that needs some thought. grateful for any replies :)
 — keleph