it’s astonishing
how perfectly
a little baby fits
in the cradle of your arms
as if this is the sole, organic purpose
of these long, loose-fitting limbs
it’s instinctual
making the shape
hollow frame of
strength and sturdiness
curves, a warm support
a perfect hammock
rocking, swaying
a breathy song
blue breeze
how important
it makes you feel
this holding a fragile life
you, the ancestor
you become a
protective boat
snug haven
fleshy ark of
trust and bliss
it’s astonishing
how perfectly
a little baby fits
in the cradle of your arms
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(c) 2018
My Baby, MMM
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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