poem: If it Were That Simple

poem: If it Were That Simple

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone

If it were that simple-

     I would write "I'm Sorry"

  by rearranging constellations

           to spell those letters

        across the night sky

             itself.

 

I cannot, because

    you do not exist.

 

but this is how the heart implodes,

        under its own

     internal pressure-

        just like the dying star,

    that has collapsed.

 

Can you not see?

    Your story is your story

  but the parts connected

    at the right atrium

        are my story, too.

 

I guess I only ever wanted

    to merely exist

        in your space;

      even as much as I

 fervently wished

     you would,

some day

     materialize

            in mine.

 

I was never ashamed

    that I once looked

 for messages written

         in stars

   with one such as you.

 

From behind the nebula

    covering the space

  that once held my heart-

 

I am sorry.

 

 

 

 

 

 



© 2013 Marie Anzalone


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How do we apologize for those who no longer want us in their lives? It is very easy to wonder if the past even ever existed; the sweetness of that past seems somehow a fantasy we held in our minds.

This poem is filled with the pain and longing to have just that last word of apology heard. Even in its brevity, it has some good iconography within the stars and your heart.

My only critique is that the second stanza seems backwards to me. I would personally feel that you are not allowed to exist, not that the other doesn't exist. This may be subjective, though, so I would perhaps chalk it up to a difference in style.

I read. I acknowledge. I hold.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

I respectfully disagree, Lonestar. What recourse does one have to explore their own feelings about a.. read more
Through the Gateway

11 Years Ago

Thanks. I'll believe it when I see it, though. ;)

Like I said...I think it's more a dif.. read more
Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

I just had a thoughtful review of my newest one... the one that ripped my heart out to write. About .. read more



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This piece vibrated with an energy, like when you try to hold someone who is shivering in the cold. Or the bone jarring sting after getting struck by the blunt end of unrealized potential. It reverberates. I don't know why I read it that way, maybe because I've known that feeling. A moving write. A shot across the bow of a ship teetering from the weight of a broken dream.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thanks for the review on this. If you felt the energy of the narrator shivering with a bone-jarring .. read more
All things I would have said given I had a tongue and a leg to stand with, beautifully expressed.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thanks, Rene, for your kind words on this. I was going for beauty and gentleness and compassion in a.. read more
I, Rene

11 Years Ago

Thank you Marie
How do we apologize for those who no longer want us in their lives? It is very easy to wonder if the past even ever existed; the sweetness of that past seems somehow a fantasy we held in our minds.

This poem is filled with the pain and longing to have just that last word of apology heard. Even in its brevity, it has some good iconography within the stars and your heart.

My only critique is that the second stanza seems backwards to me. I would personally feel that you are not allowed to exist, not that the other doesn't exist. This may be subjective, though, so I would perhaps chalk it up to a difference in style.

I read. I acknowledge. I hold.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

I respectfully disagree, Lonestar. What recourse does one have to explore their own feelings about a.. read more
Through the Gateway

11 Years Ago

Thanks. I'll believe it when I see it, though. ;)

Like I said...I think it's more a dif.. read more
Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

I just had a thoughtful review of my newest one... the one that ripped my heart out to write. About .. 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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