poem: unprotected

poem: unprotected

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone
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                 The problem is my heart,

                             you see.

                     It just plain refuses

                        to hard boil, no matter what

                            I do to it.

 

                I have tried full immersion

                  in roiling hot seas

                    pickling spices, microwaved

                      depravity, open flame,

                           abdication of duty.

 

                       And I tell you...

                  after these decades, still

                          if you pried off its shell,

             pricked it with your fork,

                    sliced its midline with

                        a sharpened knife-

 

                 you would find the center

                        liquescent, golden

                 running into the shadows of your life's

                     serving plate; and utterly

                            unprotected.

                           



© 2013 Marie Anzalone


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Having a heart that is resilient, that continues to look for love and beauty in this world is a beautiful thing. Painful, perhaps at times, sometimes we may even try to hard boil that, imagining if we could kill that part of ourselves we would come across that pain less often. But the heart is the heart... It seems to choose its own path...
...Beautiful poem Marie, love the metaphors here...

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thank you, Horizon, I love your reviews; they are always so insightful and gentle and probing- and r.. read more



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Every time I am fortunate enough to meet one of those rare people, who no matter how many times they've met misfortune; heartbreak, and disappointment; yet still retain the goodness of spirit, I count myself blessed. And I am rejuvenated. I am not one of those people but I respect and honor those who do not let the world harden their hearts, I know it's not easy. But what kind of world would this be if those compassionate souls did not exist to buffer ourselves against ourselves? Thank you for sharing this.

Diego

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tree

11 Years Ago

That is an amazing quote that fits perfectly within the framework of this discussion and your poem. .. read more
Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

de nada, amigo
Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Saw this, and thought it added nicely and appropriately to the convo thread here, especially conside.. read more
Hello Marie,

Sounds like a Cannibal's delight.
Sweetly penned.

Always,

Matthew
A.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

would explain much about my dating history, I think... ;-)
thanks for the review today. much.. read more
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I enjoyed how you treated this weighty theme with wry humour. Perhaps the heart had to be hard boiled early in life, before too much softness can give you the pudgy confidence of an eternal puppy.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

We equate willingness to be vulnerable with weakness, but the opposite is true, I think. Those who r.. read more

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Marie Anzalone
Marie Anzalone

Xecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, Guatemala



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Bilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..

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