Biking in Bellingham

          

delicate light dances
between cheery leaves
         fluttering
the breeze greets us
along the gravel trail
city streets full of
happy people
         thawing
our sweaty foreheads
         glistening
blossoms rain upon us
dandelion wishes
braid our streaming hair
this day of cosmic greens
and blues finally here
the sun’s promise revealed
in our oft-forgotten midst
thighs burn from
         pedaling
our breath mellow as
a fawn
the soul
         twinkling
         outwardly

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(c) 2013

Published by Marie Marchand

Poetry for me has always been a seeking. Always. 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.