A
Puzzle Woman
by
Lucia Daramus
the
woman is a puzzle
she
is feeling blue ----
sometimes....
or
mauve
she
is feeling in colours
black,
blue, red, mauve,
mauve...
like a rainbow
because,
because she is so, so complex
her
feelings have
thousands
of holes
coloured
holes in her
maze
life.
I
am a woman
a
writer used to be
feeling
blue and red
and
green
like
other women
like
Virginia Woolf
yes!
'A
woman must have (…) a room
of
her own if she is to write(...)'
or
like Sylvia Plath
with
sadness and happiness.
I
feel in images
full
of colours, I feel.
and
you....like you!
you
are a woman too
in
pieces
pieces
of suffering
pieces
of joy
of
glamorous life
or….love
or...fall...
are
you like Sappho
full
of life, full of love?
...love
of poetry, love of man
love
of woman
lovers
for lovers.
you
are so complex
with
thousands of holes
coloured
holes in your maze life
you
cannot change anything
anything
you
love another woman
the
mother loves her daughter
the
daughter loves her friend
the
friend loves another friend
another
friend loves the grandmother
the
grandmother loves other women
it
is like a kingdom of love
because....
because
all of us are puzzle women.
our
hands caress other women's suffering
our
lips kiss our daughters
our
thoughts think at joy of others
our
tears fall in coffee, black coffee
for
all women, girls in the world.
we
are full of kindness
and
joy, peace, and love
because
we are women
puzzle
women
with
thousands of holes,
coloured
holes of our maze life
a
maze life of empathy.
nobody
changes us
ever
nobody changes us
we
are women, puzzle women.
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