Blood On The Floor Poem by Kadence Luneman

I remember the first time I read Shelley's ODE TO THE WEST WIND as an adolescent rejecting the lines I FALL UPON THE THORNS OF LIFE! I BLEED! In an otherwise measured poem that image was too self dramatizing. I have a queasy feeling whenever a poet uses blood as a metaphor. That's my problem; it's not the fault of your poem or you. I read it again and then again and saw how you built the imagery of blood in 4 CUMULATIVE PICTURES. So you are in control of your material in a way I don't see in Shelley. Some poems I have tocome back to to appreciate.

Thanks for sharing Kadence, I liked it.