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?

[Marri]

full with beauty and inspiration!

[Marie Anzalone]

Thanks, Marri- glad you liked it, and thank you for the review.

[Georgia Gypsy]

Not many know that stardust is in our DNA, once I was told this, I have been consumed by the scope of that idea...that we are a part of the universe (and oh how big the universe is, and it lives in us....sigh)
I really like the imagery of it being shared between 2 people....the spark that ignites new life...between souls, truly a spiritual moment captured through verse.

[Marie Anzalone]

Thanks, Kelli.. this one was such a joy to contemplate, shape, and write. The Dalai Lama talks about the universe contained in each atom... if only we were advanced to embrace these concepts in general. The perspective can indeed be life-changing.

[Tree]

I am taking this poem in for the second time, and as I suspected I have found new angles/ new perspectives, on which to cling my imagination. I know that you and I have already dissected this poem into many little pieces (all the way down to its "Higgs boson"), but the re-visit was well worth it. A poem that conforms perfectly, to the imagination of whom ever reads it...

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you, my friend. As you know from our convos on this piece, your review has special significance in this case. I can say that I occasioanlly review and reread my own work... and each time I read this one, it seems to want to tell me something different each time, too. It is not just you. Whatever it is, maybe we can just blame it on the Higgs bosons and be done with it. I appreciate you stopping by today- have greatly enjoyed all the discussion of higher planes.

[Tree]

Again, taking in your work, and with some distance between now and the last time I read Formless, I see new (and old) beautiful, things on which to dwell on....

[Marie Anzalone]

thnak you, my dear freind, for tkaing the time to seek this out again. you know who it was written for, and you know all the layers of meaning, I am sure. even I, upon re-reading, find layers that i missed when this wrote. For this piece was not mine- it was a message for its recipient. Veyr little of me is in this one.

[Tree]

The intricacies, and layered meanings of this piece I can tell you, was well received. I will be catching up on the others..

DP

[Mary]

Marie, I am without words because yours ring so true, so very very true within my particles

[Marie Anzalone]

no response the, just perhaps an acknowledgment of your visit and a thank you from the heart of all things

[DrD]

Marie, this has to be the most thought provoking work I've read in this forum. Its philosophical message is balanced by a collection of truths found within physics and you have masterfully brought them together in this magnificent rendering.

[Marie Anzalone]

Many thanks, my friend. I am a scientist by training, so I often try to weave in a deeper foundation of things into my writing- trying stubbornly to prove that we, too, have souls, perhaps. I am glad this had the intended effect, and also glad you stopped by.

[Art Sun]

quite a write here Mary...the incorporation of the Universe and formless of everything, this creation of yours takes us to the very beginning of everything and the explosion of nothing...even loneliness can be formless, for the Soul is an ever seeking part of us that sits waiting formless within us...I like this poetic expression of thought...nicely written...

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you, Art, this one had a lot of resonation going on for me when I wrote it... physics, quantum mechanics, formation, neuroology, awareness, soul expansion, etc. What is very interesting to me is that person I wrote it for is also a scientist/ poet, but I did not know that at the time. I guess it just sort of comes through subtly in his writing. Formless indeed, but sometimes we get a thoight that does take form, and we just kind of run with it. Thanks for stopping by the other day- sorry it took me so long to get back.

[Art Sun]

still...great work Mary...a pleasure to read and review...

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

So many beautiful opinions below...I admit reading now....what can I add to you.....your poetry is 100% who you are... I can't say that to many...x

[Marie Anzalone]

Much appreciated, Yos... but I ask who esle would I be, if not me? I have nothing to gain by trying to be someone else. Occasionally, playing dress-up is fun, but usually you just sort of invest in the clothes that you feel comfortable in. If they, like our words, become old friends, so be it. All the better.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I know it......you didn't tried to impress me when we met
Neither did I ..........we are what we are....no masks needed
That's real love

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you, Yos. Yes, it was a delight meeting you in person, for so many reasons, but most of all I remember us all sitting out by the lake, on a warm evening, relaxed in each other's company. Like it had always been that way. That is presence, my friend, and as you wisely point out, presence is love. When people can share in presence, the spirits come out to dance for them.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

It was so beautiful ....relaxed evening...mostly simple...I love simplicity..if life would have been much more simple as it might been before......connection was intuitive..as I mentioned in my other poem about it....because we have been through lot of deep sharing before....no much words needed....we just needed the additional physical presence ...to complete the already whole picture.
Yes ..its most likely a very high level of deep love

[Antonio Valentino]

the most wondrous things about being, are, formless arent they

and yet we press them so close to us that they are sounds that beat now within.

in many ways love, is what makes us lonely

but these, explosions, you so wonderfully described, if even for a moment

do render conscience, full circle

as particles float atop freedoms

again,

to hope for another

chance at embrace



what pretty thoughts.. :)

[Marie Anzalone]

I think your ability to grasp the abstract in your own work makes you very open to the things I can only suggest at in this piece- thank you for stopping by to share your insight today. Yes, your full circle is what I as going for... dust to dust, but created of passion, and by passion and through passion, reborn. Renewed again, perhaps, rather than born again.

[Antonio Valentino]

you make the spirit of beauty versed anew..

:)

[Marie Anzalone]

I bow then to the master...

[Larry Dyson]

yes definitly a Higgs Boson..

[Marie Anzalone]

Perhaps... the stablizing force of the Universe, without which everything else falls apart. Kind of like the Sanskrit concept of ananda. Or... just my overactive imagination, reaching again into places it has no right to seek.

[Poetic Beauty]

There are so many things in this world that are formless. This piece is done beautifully with captivating imagery and I love the use of stardust.

[Marie Anzalone]

formless- yes, I found when I was writing this, how many things it meant to me. There is a concept in biology, the pluripotent stem cell- the prototype cell that can become anything. There is a sismilar concept in mysticism, the emptying of the mind and heart to allow the divine to fill it and see what emerges. There is the formlessness of opening one's heart again after grief, loss, or heartbreak. There is formlessness of dust in space, wating for the right conditions to shape it into starts, planets, comets. Etc... I am not sure they are not all related. Maybe that si what I was trying to capture here.

[Poetic Beauty]

I think you did that quite well. It is a stunning thought provoking poem