Wednesday, June 18, 2008

A new poem

I think I just lost half my readership with that title, but for the other two of you here is my newest poem. I'm still tweaking the end; I'm taking advice and ideas. This is an idea that I can't get out of my head, that we raise little girls, at least in our society, to believe they can be anything they want, and what we tell them they want is to be anything a man can be and be it better than a man can be it. But the fact of the matter is that no matter what kind of polically correct and/or feminist puke we feed them, there is one thing they cannot grow up to be, and that is a man. They are going to grow up and be women.

I've never really been concerned about the different roles of men and women. I believe men and women have different natural capabilities, and what's the big deal to give in to nature, right? It doesn't bug me that men and women are different. It bugs me that in our society we treat little kids like they're the same.

I've noticed that a few of my poems actually have this theme. So maybe I think about it more than I think I think I do.
Prowl the night
Trees
Pieces of the sky
Industrial Serpent
Little Diana
It's very slow
Monogamy

Anyhow, here's the new one.

Small shadows of a small

reed in the crossbeams of two low lights,
between a lamp-post and the moon.

See the boys at play in today’s great sunshine,
one osmotic light, the giver of sight.
See the boys pervade the day with bravado,
with untamed cruelty and absolutely unfeigned pride.
See the boys hide from nothing, there’s no need,
and striding in the maleness of their fathers,
glean power from the taunting of the girls.

See their shoulders back as if to hold the world.
See their chests pressed forward as if to offer rest.

See, with taut backs they taunt back
We hate girls.

I have envy of your masculinity:
your self-assured posture and infinite potentials.
I had it once, too, in its feminine form, but as a mother must
I’ve outgrown my masculinity.

5 comments:

Dan said...

I like it, and think the ending is sufficient.

I've never understood why women would want to be men. It's like what's-his-name said on that one show, speaking of how to write female characters so well in his books, "I just think of a man, and take away reason and accountability".

Mom said...

You are so incredibly talented not only can you write but you make tamales too and bleed brakes! The poem is so impressive as are all of yours. You're amazing.

Chiizukeki said...

I don't really understand it, and maybe that's what it's supposed to do I guess, meaning it's hard to understand each other. It does sound Dylan Thomassy to me, so that's good. It's always interesting to read a textbook or novel and realize a couple pages in that the author is female just based on how it is written.

Dave said...

Misty,
your poem is exactly what great poems are, simple truths. I love the line, see the boys hide from nothing...and striding in the maleness of their fathers. I see how Kamrynn knows that girls do girl stuff like makeup and yet she is the one holding the wrench when I fix something not Zach.

Kristin and Steve said...

I have really poor reading comprehension skills. I always scored really low on those sections of the fill in the bubble tests, so I didn't really understand it.

But if you think about that kind of stuff and are okay with giving into natures defined roles which provide pleasant undertones and harmonious living, you should read...The proper care and feeding of Husbands, by...guess who...Dr. Laura.

I'll have Steve read me the poem when he gets home so I understand it better.

Hi...I'm Kristin and I can't do Math and have average, perhaps below average, reading comprehension.