‘The River’, from “A Seasoning of Lust”

 

THE RIVER

 

The sun streamed in the window,

Like a jarring benediction

From a loud-mouthed priest.

It fell upon us

As we spooned asleep,

Your back turned to me,

My nose on your skin

Breathing in the miracle of you.

 

Last night, our first in spent passion,

That particular coin flowed like a river

Between us.

You brought hot, wet towels

To clean up the waters left by the flood.

 

Bending over me,

Parting my thighs with your hands,

I wanted you to leave the damp alone,

And slide

Into the faintly pulsing dark chasm,

My hollow twisting at the end of you.

 

But instead,

I curled up like a fiddle-head fern,

And embraced your dark head with my hands,

Pulling your mouth to my own,

 

And we flowed down that river again.

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2016  (“The River” is published in “A Seasoning of Lust”, Amazon.com 2016)

“The River”

Spiral right back into Life

For friends and readers who don’t mind a little erotica.

–

The sun streams in the window

like a jarring benediction

from a loud- mouthed priest.

It falls upon us

as we spoon asleep,

your back  to me,

my nose on your skin

breathing  in the miracle of you.

 

Last night, our first in spent passion,

that particular coin flowing like a river

between us,

you brought hot, wet towels

to clean up the waters left by the flood.

 

Bending over me,

parting my thighs with your hands,

I wanted you to leave the damp alone,

and slide your hand

into the still wet, faintly pulsing dark chasm,

my hollow jerking and twisting at the end of you.

 

Instead,

I curled up like a fiddle-head fern,

embraced your dark head with my hands,

pulling your mouth to mine,

 

and we flowed down that river again.

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2016

This poem was “Poem of the Year” at ERWA back in 2010.  It is included in “A Seasoning of Lust” which is being reissued on Createspace  in a few weeks.  My deepest gratitude to Nick Nicholson, in Canberra, Australia for doing the rework. With a friend like this for over 10 years, you are never alone.

 

 

An email from Jingle Nozelar Yan (JP at Olive Grove ):

“when you post on word press or blogger, you do not have to pay or ask permission in person. which is what we count for.”

Every poet and poet group I frequent would find that surprising.  There are Copyright Laws in the US,  Jingle. Even in China. But bless your little  heart.

Please  don’t read my work on her site. If you care about literature, you will go to the original source and bypass Jingle Bells.

 

 

“The River”…..a poem

 

from website: halfhearted dude…and thank you.

Maybe it’s all this green pollen floating around the air, the fertilizer for nature’s coming bounty. Whatever it is, there is a quickening, a thump in our guts as our thoughts turn to love and sex which is natural as we are also part of this season’s bounty.

Lady Nyo

 

THE RIVER

 

The sun streams in the window

Like a jarring benediction

From a loud-mouthed priest.

 

It falls upon us

As we spoon asleep

Your back turned to me

My nose on your skin

Breathing in the miracle of you.

 

Last night, our first in spent passion,

That particular coin flowed like a river

Between us.

You brought towels

To clean up the waters left by the flood.

 

Bending over me

Parting my thighs with your hands

I wanted you to leave the damp alone

And slide

Into the still wet, faintly pulsing dark chasm

My hollow jerking and twisting at the end of you

 

But instead

I curled up like a fiddle-head fern

And embraced your dark head with my hands

Pulling your mouth to my own 

And we flowed down that river again.

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2014

 

 

“The Goddess Nut”, choka (long poem)

 

 (redbubble.com:  The Egyptian Goddess Nut by Amanda Burns El Hassouri.)

I took a tumble off the back porch on the 4th….ok, except a broken wrist and a cracked rib….I landed on my left side falling 6 feet into the soil and unfortunately rocks….so i will be off line because I can’t ype and want to thank those who commented on this poem….when I can, I’ll be around to your blogs to read.  Thank you for your patience.

Lady Nyo

When I first started writing poetry, I came across choka. This is a very early piece of poetry.  This poem was influenced by a painting by a dear friend, Nick Nicholson, in Canberra, Australia.

For those readers unfamiliar with  choka, it is a very early Japanese form of poetry: choka is called ‘long poem’.  It can get to 100 lines and still be in the form.  I haven’t written choka in years, and  forgot how good a form it is to ‘tell stories’. One basic form of choka is 5-7-5-7-5-7-7…or a variation on this.

Lady Nyo

 

–

The Goddess Nut

–

I am the Temple

of the Universe at night,

I am Goddess Nut

I spread my body over

the dark, silky sky

and the Sun is born from my

open mouth at dawn, each day.

 

 

Invisible moon

crawls into my bowels at dawn

as does brother Sun

at night when his glory dimmed

and I cradle both

within me their majestic

glory now dulled down

until the release of them

thrown high up into the sky.

 

 

I am the keeper.

All Celestial bodies

I, the nourisher

of life and death that passes

I, Nut, sleep at day,

my stars and I well hidden

by the birth of Sun

but courted by Geb, Earth God

who sucks the night dew

from my two breasts with sweet lips

reaching with stiff cock

makes the Earth fertile with love,

and the universe fruitful.

 

 

I am the River

where planets and stars sail through

on their skyward journey,

the celestial travail.

My Houri marks time,

passage of cosmic travel

discarding their veils

til naked at dawn, retire

on the horizon.

They sleep once again under

My belly and gathered near.

 

I am the passage.

I am the Keeper of Souls.

I am mystery.

My presence lends fear to man

I touch eyes with sleep.

I round out the universe

dark fulsome Night.

 I am Nut.

 

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2007, 2012

I use ‘fulsome’ in an older meaning: excessive.  There is still an undecided element to this word in usage today.  But language is never static and blows about as it will.  That, to me, is the excitement of it all. 

“The River”, for OneShotPoetry Wednesdays….

from website: halfhearted dude...and thank you.

WARNING: EROTICA.  Don’t read if you are offended by  sexual description.

This poem was originally published in my first book:  “A Seasoning of Lust”, 2009.  It was chosen by  ERWA (Erotica Readers and Writers Association) as one of two “best poems” of 2009.  I believe a poem of Nick Nicholson was the other  given this honor.

–

THE RIVER

The sun streams in the window,

Like a jarring benediction

From a loud-mouthed priest.

–

It falls upon us

As we spoon asleep,

Your back turned to me,

My nose on your skin

Breathing in the miracle of you.

–

Last night, our first in spent passion,

That particular coin flowed like a river

Between us.

You brought hot, wet towels

To clean up the waters left by the flood.

–

Bending over me,

Parting my thighs with your hands,

I wanted you to leave the damp alone,

And slide

Into the still wet, faintly pulsing dark chasm,

My hollow jerking and twisting at the end of you.

–

But instead,

I curled up like a fiddle-head fern,

And embraced your dark head with my hands,

Pulling your mouth to my own,

–

And we flowed down that river again.

–

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2008, 2010