chiffon floats
diffuse as pollen
over delicate shoulders
billowing golden hue
Van Gogh’s brightest
wheat
self-adoring in speckled
sun
flowing lengths of material
with flowers dyed
clasping a cascade of quiet
air—
one slight exhalation
breathed
on lovers skin a few towns
over
in slow motion
candlelight
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(c) 2013
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. View all posts by Marie Marchand