You’re disgusted by the thought
Of the blood between my thighs.

You curl your lip and
shame me at the sight.

But now I know
You hate the thought
that a woman can bleed absent the strike
of your hand.

So lost in your contempt that
when you recoil you forget
you have no teeth with which to strike.

Devotion (“I Am on the Battlefield for My Lord”) by Cortney Lamar Charleston

My first poem in years, and it's all about my not infrequent habit of eschewing a bra. Under a cut because blunt.

( Read more... )

another one about fields and war ( Read more... )

I have a thing for personification, I'm realizing....

GRASS

by: Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)

( Read more... )

This one comes from Robert Frost, one of his less famous ones (perhaps because it's about a child bleeding to death).

Out, Out

The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one ( Read more... )

Really, it's day 4, but I was late to the party, as usual.  I would be very remiss if I didn't post at least one by the great poet and beloved professor Jack Ridl.  Jack, I will never forget your wisdom as my academic advisor, particularly your advice every finals week:  "Blow it off."  Everyone should check out his website:  RIDL.COM

Against  ( Read more... )

As spuffyduds has pointed out, with the posting of some awesome poems, it is National Poetry Month.  What kind of Lit teacher would I be if I didn't at least post a few poems?

I'll begin with a 1920 Sara Teasdale poem, "There Will Come Soft Rains," also featured in the Ray Bradbury classic short story of the same name.

There will come soft rains and the smell ( Read more... )