“I mourn in grey, grey as the sleeted wind the bled shades of twilight, gunmetal, battleships, industrial paint.” GriefWindPaintShadeTwilightGreyBereavementMourn Author:Marge Piercy
“Your anger was a climate I inhabited like a desert in a dry frigid weather of high thin air and ivory sun, sand dunes the wind lifted into stinging clouds that blinded and choked me where the only ice was in the blood.” SunAirBloodWindClimateCloudsWeatherIceDesertDrySandBlindedIvoryFrigidThin AirSand Dunes Author:Marge Piercy
“I have no connections here; only gusty collisions, rootless seedlings forced into bloom, that collapse. ... I am the Visiting Poet: a real unicorn, a wind-up plush dodo, a wax museum of the Movement. People want to push the buttons and see me glow.” PeopleWantWarRealPoetryMovementPoetWindTravelConnectionsMuseumsCollapseButtonsVietnam WarVisitingUnicornCollisionSeedlings Author:Marge Piercy
“Only when we break the mirror and climb into our vision, only when we are the wind together streaming and singing, only in the dream we become with our bones for spears, we are real at last and wake.” RealDreamTogetherLastsVisionBreakWindSingingMirrorsBonesClimbsSpearsStreaming Book:Circles on the Water Source: Circles on the Water
“A strong woman is a woman who craves love like oxygen or she turns blue choking. A strong woman is a woman who loves strongly and weeps strongly and is strongly terrified and has strong needs. A strong woman is strong in words, in action, in connection, in feeling; she is not strong as a stone but as a wolf suckling her young. Strength is not in her, but she enacts it as the wind fills a sail.” NeedsFeelingsActionYoungTurnsStrongWindStonesConnectionsBlueSailStrong WomenTerrifiedOxygenCraveChokeNot Strong Book:Moon Is Always Female Source: Moon Is Always Female
“I stayed under the moon too long.I am silvered with lust.Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes.My voice is trees tossing in the wind.I loose myself like a flock of blackbirdsstorming into your face.My lightest touch leaves blue prints,bruises on your mind.Desire sandpapers your skinso thin I read the veins and arteriesmaps of routes I will traveltill I lodge in your spine.The night is our fur.We curl inside it licking.” MindLongDreamEyeFacesDesireNightVoiceTreeWindMoonBirdBlueLustPrintYour FaceRoutesVeinsSpineFurFlocksCurlsBruisesLodgesLickingThrough My EyesSandpaperMinnows Book:What Are Big Girls Made Of?: Poems Source: What Are Big Girls Made Of?: Poems
