statuesque



"Statuesque" 

 

She stands not in marble
but in morning light,
her face catching
that first quiet brightness
of the day.

 

sculptor away,
pedestal unformed,
mythic unveiling, unconceived.

 

Just the soft crack of corn
warming in a pot,
orchid opening
its blue-lavender edge,
air shifting
by a fraction.

 

Galatea was once
a symbol of longing.
Today she is simply
the person beside me,
doing the next thing
side by side.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-09-30 at 07:54

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This makes me think about the creative outlets available to us, to express ideas as light and complex and ethereal and real as this. There's painting, sculpture & drawing, there's music, there's dance, there's prose, there's poetry. I can't imagine life without the arts to express such thoughts as you've done here. Not only the need to create, but the need to see and hear and touch and be responsive to art. To create and react, the yin yang of art.
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