Happy National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month and I wanted to wish everyone a happy month of poetry. I’ve scheduled poems for the blog for all month. Some of them I have really enjoyed so much and I hope that yous do too.

Healing Poems 187

I fight Rape Culture because
When I told my ex boyfriend about my rape
He ‘forgave’ me.

I fight Rape Culture because
I saw my baby sister age overnight
As she told me about her best friend getting molested.

I fight Rape Culture because
My closest friend was abused as a child
And he told nobody but me.
It took him 13 years to open up.

I fight Rape Culture because
My friends admit to letting their partners fuck them when they don’t want it
Then laugh it off as typical male behaviour.

I fight Rape Culture because
Saying that you’re raping someone is perfectly acceptable
If you’re playing a video game.

I fight Rape Culture because
Men tell me they are insulted when women walking in front of them start to walk faster.
As if their ego is more important than our safety.

I fight Rape Culture because
If I tell somebody their rape joke isn’t funny
I am told that I’m uptight.

I fight Rape Culture because
It won’t die out
Unless we kill it ourselves.

~ Unknown, found at Lomticks-of-toast.tumblr.com

Healing Poems 186

People
are not
rain
or
snow
or autumn
leaves;

they
do not
look
beautiful
when
they
fall

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Healing Poems 185

Journeys bring power and love
Back into you. If you can’t go somewhere,
Move in the passageways of the self.
They are like shafts of light,
Always changing, and you change
When you explore them.

~ Rumi

Healing Poems 184

Water, stories, the body,
all the things we do, are mediums
that hide and show what’s hidden.

~  Rumi

Healing Poems 183

Morning

All year long there is
the table by the window,
blue cups with white rims,
the black teapot.

There are sometimes flowers,
when we remember.
There are paisley napkins,
and always oranges.

The window looks down
into a courtyard,
and sometimes up
into blue sky.

~ Frederick Smock

Healing Poems 182

Goods

It’s the immemorial feelings
I like the best: hunger, thirst,
their satisfaction; work-weariness,
earned rest; the falling again
from loneliness to love;
the green growth the mind takes
from the pastures in March;
The gayety in the stride
of a good team of Belgian mares
that seems to shudder from me
through all my ancestry.

~ Wendell Berry