A susurration of voices,
all women speaking
in a multitude of languages
Some stuck yet
repeating only
what men want of us—
the impossible,
leaving us
forever in lack.
Other women
whispering, a vortex
shouting, spiraling us up, up.
We are we are we are
we are we are we
are we are we are.
Celia Turner is a Loveland published poet in Northern Colorado Writers and Columbine Poets annual anthologies,Poetry Potion and winner of the 2020 Denver Women’s Press Club Unknown Writer’s Contest. She regularly studies poetry, takes workshops and classes. The Grind online practice of a daily poem submitted to a random participating group each month has been a boon. Poetry for her is an ongoing intimate conversation she continues to have with those unmet but not unknown.
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