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Woman Of Pain

Here is an extract from the poem, ' What are big girls made of' by Marge Piercy. "How superior we are now: see the modern woman thin as a blade of scissors. She runs on a treadmill every morning, fits herself into machines of weights and pulleys to heave and grunt, an image in her… Continue reading Woman Of Pain

Poetry

Moon

And like the moon, With her freckles, her flaws, She had a glow enough to light up the lonely skies. She might not be complete herself, every time. But had a shine enough, To bring a gleam in your eyes And delight in your soul. For that's where the true beauty of the moon lies,… Continue reading Moon

Poetry

Pacific

It was pacific, It was silent, But the wind didn't stop whistling. No words uttered in the room but my heart wildly thumping. The morning was so still But the flowers bloomed with a soft crispy sound. Faint chirping of a little bird And Tranquility around, No, there wasn't peace in the silence But in… Continue reading Pacific