My gratitude to the poet, a real-time acquaintance, who helped me make the poem stronger.

77th Letter (Revised)

A photograph:

you, poet-friend,

on an islanded

slab of rock,

silver-blue water

on every side.


Your blond braid,

your back

are turned

against the lens.


Your brother

took the picture

from his kayak.


You are a painter's model

of the nineteenth century:

Ingres, Bouguereau.


You are Dalí's young woman,

shoulders and head framed

by a careful square of sun.


In the full blare of summer,

your quiet grace

lives and whispers

an ineffable secret.


You lean into the rock,

surrounded by the water’s



The soles of your feet

are silent violins.

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Written on 2019-02-07 at 08:40

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice, Thomas. Thereís a touch of impresssionism in this that blurs the edges effectionately. Lovely.

Quite picturesque! I like the way the French painters sneak into the poem, making it rich in meaning; and thereby its interpretation.