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| "Eyes Without a Face" by Digital Collage Artist Robin Isely |
Everywhere I look: Suits. Black suits. Everywhere I look: Tears. Women’s tears.
Driven to tears on International Women’s Day. Drive us to the station instead.
We'll take an excursion to the country where an unbroken river reflects us
and the joy deep inside our tears, juice inside a thick-skinned orange.
Refresh, oh, refresh us, sweet air, where we won’t trip over bodies but luxuriate
in green and brown, in moss and mud, as if right measure of water refreshed the earth.
No more dwelling in museums, no more funerals, no naked women’s eyes for all
to see, and no giving up on women's leadership in our free society.
Driven to the station on International Women’s Day, we'll leave in search
of a place to meet, to quench our thirst for sunlight and juice and play. No tears today.
for Sunday Muse # 98
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© 2020 Susan L. Chast
Whisk me away, oh do! As always your poetry satisfies, Susan.
ReplyDeleteYes yes I agree whole heatedly Susan. It is the raw and true beauty of nature that can heal certain hurts and quench a certain thirst. This is a wonderful anthem for both women and mother Earth!!
ReplyDeleteSusan, I hope you did in reality go with the women. That is a great thing to do for your gender. The U.S. is way behind some of the other more progressive countries although far from the developing countries where you guys could be little more than chattel. You stated the cause very nicely here in print and then the march was a local and nation wide visual statement. Best wishes.
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A perfect poem for International Woman's Day. No tears today........i hope for many more women to lead us, like Alexandria Ocasio Cortez, and Greta.......today there was a blockade at our junction. Red dresses were hanging in memory of murdered and missing women. Always lovely reading you, my friend.
ReplyDeleteThis lifts me right out of the haze--definitely need that outside air and something green underfoot. Great poem about strength in joy. :)
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy when poetry is paired with music. Drive us to the station / waiting for the train to come. It feels like it's time to get going! A real sense of empowerment and taking control. No tears today.
ReplyDeleteI hope you will be back from your excursion, gathering strength, to fight for what's right...
ReplyDeleteThis one just took my breath away, Susan. Where are the other parts of us, besides the crying eyes? All I see are candidates narrowed down to two white, old males. What happened?
ReplyDeleteI like the vision of an unbroken river that casts reflections. Your words are strength.
ReplyDeleteI always find nagture healing and centering. Right now, I definitely need it. I can hardly bear to turn on the news.
ReplyDeleteI like where you went. Maybe someday, we will be equal partners...someday.
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