Resonance of freedom, soulful starlight wonder
gunned down on the balcony of
the Lorraine Motel
April 4: the horror day
the mournful, God-absent day.
King of The Dream mowed down;
his body ripped from the world.
Echoes of the bullet vibrating still
in Memphis and all around.
His spirit endures, remember.
His divine call everpresent
as long as…
As long as we recall him.
We must recall him,
Vincent Harding demands.
As long as we walk with him,
seeking justice together,
his wisdom will guide us
for King is still poignant.
He is still relevant.
He is still possible.
This sweet, emboldened man
of magnificent stature
our brethren
our kin(g)
belongs to us, all of us, if…
If Love is what we bring across
our thresholds to the world.
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(c) 2013
Published by Marie Marchand
I write poetry to capture beauty in language and imagery in hopes of healing myself and the world. Poetry for me has always been a seeking. An effort to come closer to beauty, to explicate beauty, to behold it in words. I wish to formalize beauty, to give it a title and empower it to go forth into the world. I want to give it shape and lend it the capacity for remembrance.
Poetry captures essence. Without essence, there is nothing worth saving.
John Keats and William Wordsworth are my favorite poets. My absolute favorite poem to read aloud is Wordsworth's Lines, otherwise referred to as Tintern Abbey. And it must be read aloud at least annually for uplift of the soul.
I have shared my poetry through various means including handmade chapbooks, readings, and publication. All the poetry posted on this site is written and copyrighted by me. This collection represents about half of my poetry.
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