poem: black hair and sapphire

poem: black hair and sapphire

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone

You were cruel,  but not in ways

more measurable than our peers

and, well, cruelty was a code of

living anyway.

 

You were the only one then

I wished had seen past my

uncoolness, my non-cruelty,

an absence where a cigarette

should be,

 

legs too long and clothes nowhere

near anything resembling style,

and a mind too interested

in the content of books

for anyone's friends.

 

Would it have been different

had it been you, not the football

player my dad wanted me seen with,

that took my virginity?

I wanted you more.

 

How does an invisible girl speak,

even now?

 

You should have left that place, too.

Anger is too high a risk factor

for those of us drawn with too much

to fill the stingy space allotted

on a page that expectation has already

outlined for us in shades

of dull mining town

desolation gray. 

 

we bled outside of the lines.

 

when do those roles of "too good"

and "not good enough," reverse?

 

I smiled to learn that you

became a bodybuilder who loved ABBA.

Yes, I thought, that fits the f**k you world

Paulie I knew. 

 

I wished I had told you

the lead in my first novel, the one I

grew too ashamed to finish-

 

she had your black hair and sapphire

eyes. It was the only voice I ever knew

how to speak to you with.

 

 

for Paul, 1975-2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



© 2013 Marie Anzalone


Author's Note

Marie Anzalone
4/26/13 a former childhood/ teenage friend was killed in an early morning car accident. He was always ond of the ones I never worked up the courage to talk to- genre crossing was not allowed. We were 2 of the four selected for gifted classes, and he had a sense of humor that could exasperate Mother Teresa. We had only recently reconnected, on Facebook. I learned of his death as it was being broadcast on police scanners. We came from that kind of small town.

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Personal and wistful. Unlike a lot of your work this shows rather more than hints of the author through her describing another. Someone who once meant more than she was willing to say then. Which makes the poem epitaph all the more tragic. Giving an extra layer of true pathos and what might have been to what was already a lovely write.
I so enjoy how always plural your work is.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

As always, Ken, your bright soul shines through in your words you write, down to the smnallest detai.. read more



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I wonder if you ever think about finishing that novel. This one squeezed my heart. Soft and full of anguish, Marie. Lovely. Angi~

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thank you for the thoughtful and compassionate review and message on this, Angi. I had thought about.. read more
such life processes, natural or biological, that knowing is. when it happens at a time
when we are mature enough, or biographer enough, or saint enough or even poet
enough to capture the specifics of a compelling life, then we have to somehow
give it shape. and I think you have done just that. give shape and visual image
to someone worthy who you have summoned from your memory.great poem.
great ceremonial progression. even greater testament.

dana

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thank you, dana. I find it fascinating how our lives can cross and impact each other so strongly, in.. read more
This was so heartbreaking for me, Marie. His death and your loss, with a poignant prayer for answers. I truly am so very sorry.

Mark Twain: "All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live."

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

I will raise a toast to that any day.
Actually, the one I usually use is:

"here'.. read more
Fernando Pessoa

11 Years Ago

Now, there is someone who knew something about living. A beautiful lesson we do all need. Remind us .. read more
Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

I consider it my highest calling :-)
you were looking for read requests? here is one of mine .. read more
this was really quite a fantastic piece...the emotion, of course, comes through...but the phrasing and depth of message are equally as strong. i lost a "friend" as well this week...never as close as we should have been, which made me wonder what if we were and how much more would i now feel that loss, knowing we'd colored outside the lines together....
nicely done
CM

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thank you for for your words, CM. In one of my favorite novels, a woman's sister is killed by revolu.. read more
oh . . . i wondered the other day . . . i have one or two of those myself, sometimes they reappear briefly before hiding in the shadows again

i have a feeling that sense of humor served him well, he lived a full life

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

thanks, Emily... make sure you remember to tell them, ok? I am trying to reach out to some of mine, .. read more
Emily B

11 Years Ago

I still go back to Dale Morris page sometimes, I miss him.
Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Dan would have liked this community, I think. I am sure Dale appreciates you going back, too.
Wow very touching... These people from the past always come back to haunt you... Make you question who has changed and how... The perception of who is better, too good, and whoever this was in high school seems to always change as the shy girl grows up and draws self confidence and achievements around her shoulders. But still those early definitions may hold the tongue in its earlier place. And it can break our hearts when we do look back and find the person we shared something special with or only a dream of love in our heads, had a tragic ending... Could any admissions have changed this...

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Wrapping that cloak of self-confidence around our shoulders- how I love that image. The thing about .. read more
haugie would be proud to be remembered by u so well...but only if u like abba 2

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Never, in 37 years of knowing you, can I remember claiming that either of was ever right in the head.. read more
gombeggar

11 Years Ago

don't feel bad...he (as u know) was not the easiest of pesons to converse with...but he had a bigger.. read more
Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

I know... saw that too. I remember sitting in those classes woth him, thinking, "if we don't make it.. read more
not enough brandy

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mike Emil

11 Years Ago

there is a brandy i've not had any of, but she keeps herself locked up so tight she might as well be.. read more
Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

sounds like to need to try that key in a different lock, LOL.. before she puts out a restraining ord.. read more
Mike Emil

11 Years Ago

i would never put a restraining order against her
what's wrong with you???
When tragedy becomes the muse you have no choice but to write great poetry, you and her (tragedy) looking over your shoulder would have it no other way. The powerful and quiet brevity, and that finish ... this poem will stick with me for a long long time.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thank you, Diego, for your thoughtful consideration of this. I never really even considered what you.. read more
Tree

11 Years Ago

I think many quietly stuggle this way. We should all be more forthright to those we might admire and.. read more
Personal and wistful. Unlike a lot of your work this shows rather more than hints of the author through her describing another. Someone who once meant more than she was willing to say then. Which makes the poem epitaph all the more tragic. Giving an extra layer of true pathos and what might have been to what was already a lovely write.
I so enjoy how always plural your work is.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

As always, Ken, your bright soul shines through in your words you write, down to the smnallest detai.. 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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