poem: formless

not really a love poem but not really not one either

para DP, whose style inspired this

 

formless, formless...

we fall freely

into one direction or another:

suborbital spin,

probability functions-

 

we come from stardust

formless

until awakened

by a stellar orgasm

 

and dust coalesces to dust

ashes to ashes

we were thus formed

 

of nothing

 

perhaps we are lonely

because our cells' DNA's atoms' quarks'

electronic forces

remember being formless:

a thought before thought.

 

time before time.

 

out of chaos, more chaos

this thing, then

called love

 

and all we have ever had

to give each other, as fellow humans-

 

is, after all, stardust

imbued with the essence

of trying to impose

an order. any order

 

on that which is empty

and open and

formless;

 

yet so potential

so filled with probability

so rife with possibility

 

within our beings

between our beings

around our beings.

 

Maybe then

if you make someone explode

tonight-

 

you'll catch falling stars

and set them, ablaze, in your hearts

 

and your souls will forget,

just for the barest instant

the loneliness

 

of formless.

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Perhaps by being life.present we set off a chain of emotion with people who fill the space in which we move, whether it's still or transient or spinning creatively, philosophically, emotionally, realistically? We create with a touch, set off chimes which silently echo, asking to be heard, needing to be heard in order to give, share. From dust we come, with dust - and more, we display who and what we are or, more so, can become. Perhaps.

Coming back to this again, dear friend. I miss your inspiration, always have. Read this before, have spent a long time away, but never forgotten.

[Marie Anzalone]

Emma, it is so nice to see your words grace my page again. I think all of pur interactions push each other, drive us, touch us, change us. How could it be otherwise? At our hearts, we are energy. How could we not be affecting each othe on some sub-atomic level? And since all matter, all thought, all that exists is energy; why should we not have these remarkable gifts tucked inside the human heart and mind themselves?

[Sari Segale]

love,inspiration, we are here in a journey and is all about love,free love,"star dust" is formless like love,
beautiful metaphor for unconditional love, lovely.

[ChemicalMadness]

we all long to take shape...to create, fill, live some form or another...that we might have been of significance...that we might have placed....that we may have touched so that we might feel and, in feeling, know....we were here. we had us. and we were.

lovely, this.

CM.

[Marie Anzalone]

thnaks, CM, again lovely to see you back here! That longing, that drive to leave pur mark... I often wonder if our acts really can alter the universe in small ways, send intent out, drive altruism in others or hatred in masses? in other places? things I ponder way too much when I am alone. Alas, I am always alone...

[Corset]

truely inspired and articulated so very beautifully, it seems forever the stretch of formless, then one day you wake up and it takes shape, in a thought, in a feeling, in the way the world becomes so beautiful one can barely stand to look at it, it's too sharp, too clear, too bright, too effervescently tangible. You are a such an incredible presence.

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you, Corset, for your review and the kind words therein. Your description of awakening is further proof to me that we live the equivalent of the creation story in ourselves on a regualr basis- and what further base do we need for believing that cognizance itself is a miracle?

[Commanda Panda]

It is my belief that we are all the same age since we are all made of the same universal elements. And while we all have a great amount of potential, the problem is motivating the race to seek it without giving in to its destructive tendencies.

[Marie Anzalone]

hmmm. WC just deleted my response to you on this. Or the internet signal here did. Will see if I can recreate, sort of:

How can we be anything but the same age, if we are all made of stardust? at least on any universal scale that counts? This brings up so many other questions, too, about our value. If the act of observing a particle can change it, then for how long, and does the particle have to be observed by a creature snetient enough to know that a particle is being observed? If the observation changes it permanently, does that mean ur passing through and observance alters energy in some infinitesmal way? Or do our actions only matter in this small watery blue sphere we call home?

[Commanda Panda]

What we do affects others like a ripple. What affects the Earth's population affects the planet. What affects the planet affects the solar system, then the galaxy and so on. Just because we can not see the domino effect our actions have doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

[Marie Anzalone]

No-one has yet convinced me that the universe is not a living organism, whose complexities we cannot even begin to fathom.

[Commanda Panda]

The universe is not alone. It has brothers and sisters that form a multiverse.

[Marie Anzalone]

Very true that, panda. I had a conversation with a few writers on another piece about whether or not our great works have been replicated in other universes; I remember one brought up the question, "do their artists have to be as broken as ours to create their greatest works?"I like to think there is somewhere kinder to us.

[Commanda Panda]

There are parallel lives we are living that we can tap into with the right training. I found three, but I died in two and I lost connection with the third. Some realities are harsher, and some were actually okay. This is because the whole of everything must be balanced.

[Marie Anzalone]

I believe you in that

[An owl on the moon]

Such a vast expanse of beauty and wonder in your words. The void that brought forth life and love and all that we embrace and value... You do make the stars simply dance triumphant, precious poet.

[Marie Anzalone]

There is so much wonder in the world, Craig. Why do so many of us wander it wearing blinders in fear of being pushed into a new realm? We shoudl never be afraid of letting our souls dance together, even just a single waltz with a new friend. It is all magic, and it all has meaning.

[An owl on the moon]

I have hid behind walls so long.. and when we do that we think we're protecting our hearts, when in reality we're simply keeping ourselves from deeper joys and pleasures. May we learn before it's too late to leave the walled cities and come into the garden.

[Marie Anzalone]

I have that from so many, Craig... seems to be a big collective change coming to fruition, maybe? Many of us are embracing vulnerability, asking for what we need. Opening to other channels. I think it is wonderful, and timely, and needed- the only thing that can raise our awareness enough to protect our future generation's resources, actually.

[An owl on the moon]

Yes.. perhaps that is the biggest step... to pass it on in a world that values knowledge over wisdom... sometimes it takes painful experience to break through the shell... Hopefully we can show that it's worth it... and it is.. Oh, it is.

[Marie Anzalone]

Nothing in this world is more worth fighting for, standing up for, or asking for.

[Emily B]

it is so good to come back to your words . . . like walking the same path on an entirely different day

[Marie Anzalone]

I find that a lot when I revisit some favorites. the words have not changed; just my perspective has.

[Donald Meikle]

Maybe not a love poem. Maybe a life poem. But then life is love. And nothing is so so free.
Well writ.

[Marie Anzalone]

All of love can be seen as an experience in life, all of life, as an experience of falling in love.

I appreciate your thoughtful reviews of my work today. It was a nice surprise to see them when I opened my page. Each review we get, I think, really is a gift from another human being.

Some are afterthoughts, some are from people who give us soemthing that feeds our insecurities because they either secretly hate us or have no clue how to interact with us, some know us well enough to give us exactly what we wanted, and some know us even better and give us what we did not even know to ask for.

I find yours the thoughtful, insightful, and challenging kind. The gifts I did not think of asking for.

Will do my humble best to return the favor, soon.

[Mark Anthony Games (Hum..]

(Review for Change the World Comp)

I can not begin to even think about the praise you deserve for this work of art. Intelligence, awarenss, craft and the sense of forboding are just brilliantly weaved in with every word. I often thought growing up that my spiritual awareness and knowledge made me lonely because no one else wanted to see it, let alone talk about it. I guess I was unconsciously awear that nothing was our natural state while they were desperatly trying to gain posessions so they could perceive them selves has having something, even if they themselves were nothing. This was brilliantly descriptive but i feel it was like a narration by a physicist and could have maybe been more personal more emotional. However, this is just amazing and you have created something astonishing.

[Marie Anzalone]

I am not sure- 100 years ago, the average person had 2-3 times the vocabulary we do today, and it was expected that a writer would be conversant with the words used in science, art, philosophy, and the natural world. Now we get admonishments if we use words of our trade in poetry, as being too "didactic," ironically at the same time as discoveries in science are blowing our understanding of the world wide open, and... information has never been easier for the average person to obtain. Then again, 100 years ago it was expected that we would seek works of art and poetry that challenged us. I am glad I find ones out there that still do- aren't you? It is otherwise too easy to grow complacent and smug in a sense of spiritual superiority, like just so many New Agers. A good artist, I think, knows how the skeleton supports the form from within; just as a good poet can use the marvels of science to support the muscle, flesh, and skin of their own craft without falling flat into pure speculative and sentimental territory. There is power in the precision of the thing.

[Rene Velez]

thought provoking piece Marie, inspiring and questioning, with sprinkles of ancient wisdom, it has a great feel...

[Marie Anzalone]

Thanks, Rene... always a pleasure to see a review form you here on my work. I am glad this one evoked such wonderful thoughts for you.