poem: what I write

poem: what I write

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone

My mouth says good morning.

My fingers type good morning.

My hands write good morning.

 

and what I mean by good morning

could not be interred in a hundred years' writing

by all the best novelists in Europe and North America.

 

you might as well try to fit a quasar inside of a light pen.

 

When I say good morning, I mean that this day

I awoke smiling because your feet walk in my world

I placed my hand upon my heart and imagined it, yours.

 

I drew breath and thought I tasted you in my air

I ran my hands down my sides using your fingertips

I touched between my thighs and was warmed by your heat.

 

I remembered dreaming pink roses and wanted to paint them

in oils, in dewy soft understated brilliance, for you.

 

As with so many other things I could find to tell you, if I tried.

How inevitable annihilation is less scary if some part of you,

would remember me; how golden light and morning mist make me want

to be lost in a forest primeval, with you.

 

How sometimes I am so certain you are there, I feel your weight

shift off the mattress when I return to this world. And how

none of this is anything I could ever actually say to you.

 

So instead, I simply write, with a fond mental caress:

good morning, my friend.

 

 

 

 

 



© 2013 Marie Anzalone


Author's Note

Marie Anzalone
this poem was translated into Spanish:

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/zorra_encantada/1190188/

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This was intimate on so many levels. It makes the reader feel wanted and want you at the same time. Reading your words created a welcoming vision of someone dear to me inviting me in warmly on so many levels; mentally, emotionally, physically, sexually, all in a pure and genuine way.

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3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

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I only speak this way to those who can handle intelligent conversation.
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Really interesting, well written piece. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Voice, thank you for stopping by today and taking the time to leave some verbal footprints on my pag.. read more
Ookay so I don't know Spanish, only the basics and a bit but I had to read it in Spanish and it was absolutely divine! This was such a gorgeous write, Marie. I thoroughly enjoyed it. The wording was amazing and the imagery was spectacular!

~ Noodle.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thanks, Noodle. I find that after speaking and thinking in Spanish for so long, I actually fall into.. read more
s y e

11 Years Ago

I think it's lovely! I used to get Spanish in school and passed with all A's. I love ghe language! <.. read more
it takes a lot of talent to describe love without it being silly, trite, overly-romantic and gooey.
You have done a marvelous job of avoiding all of that and making me feel extremely jealous for his lucky warm hands. Nice work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thank you, John. I agree that the love poem is a very hard thing to get right. I always found that s.. read more
This is really lovely, and seemed so personal. I feel as if I just glimpsed into your head and heart when you were not looking and I sort of feel guilty and daring all at once.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thanks, OB. Most of my writing is highly personal and autobiographical in nature. My heroes in the a.. read more
I think you have a certain ability, that puts the simplest, momentary emotions into words that make sesne across the spectrum of people. That kind of humanity is rare. Good job. I like this....


When I say good morning, I mean that this day
I awoke smiling because your feet walk in my world
I placed my hand upon my heart and imagined it, yours.

I drew breath and thought I tasted you in my air
I ran my hands down my sides using your fingertips
I touched between my thighs and was warmed by your heat.

I remembered dreaming pink roses and wanted to paint them
in oils, in dewy soft understated brilliance, for you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thank you, Lyr, for the kind review. I do actually try to capture and describe simple moments in my .. read more
Marie- This is one of the most beautifully written love letters I have ever read. Incredible.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thank you, DCT. I meant it to be pensive and beautiful, and I am glad it came across that way. I app.. read more
DCT ponderings

11 Years Ago

It did indeed.
This was intimate on so many levels. It makes the reader feel wanted and want you at the same time. Reading your words created a welcoming vision of someone dear to me inviting me in warmly on so many levels; mentally, emotionally, physically, sexually, all in a pure and genuine way.

Posted 11 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

*from
Commanda Panda

11 Years Ago

I only speak this way to those who can handle intelligent conversation.
Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

likewise
recently I have gone out and bought a telescope. I have tried to touch something out there in the stars, a poem can throw us into the stars, the written word printed that way. the beyond. and i am interested in the earth, old as the universe itself, layers of rock, a cliff must be interpreted and SEEN for what it is. the same for stars OUT THERE past the sun. not just some stars in a theater sign....

the same exits in us, for that is where IT comes from, and so finally to get to your poem. saying the falling and falling we do is troubleing at times, but because we cannot SAY it, we try and try anyway... and here i haven't gotten close.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

I completely understand what you are saying, k. Not long ago I actually wrote a poem about us being .. read more
excellent the troupe of the custom " good morning" i love how you articulated this into a fine love poem :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thank you, Peter, and I am so glad that you enjoyed the poem! Here it is custom to greet everyone on.. read more
You have written to your muse here as well as your lover far away. You have written to the other side of yourself. And understood it and their subtle thoughts about you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

in the softness of the 'tween times, sometimes, a difference between the 3 can hard to discern. I th.. 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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