poem: Are You Hungry?

poem: Are You Hungry?

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone
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dedicated to the writing community that inspires and supports me

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for E,J, P, and G- the members of the S.S. and several others. 

 

This is for everyone whose glory days did not end

    with high school graduation.

       For men who looked John Wayne in the eye,

   and said, sorry, partner

      I want to be part of something larger

    than my own dusty interior landscape;

        for women who dare believe

          if they take care in the choosing

      the happiest days will be the ones

          after the wedding. For art creators

      embarking on the high sweet notes that

            mark the tune of their

                 own dance.

 

 

This is for the boy who grew to be a man

     carrying a ripped and carefully mended copy

        of his earliest dream in the back

            pocket of faded Levis.

     And for the girl whose classmates

   read Cosmo while she isolated

           proteins and gave parents

    another year or ten of hope for

        daughters and sons in hospice. THIS is

     for the street-sweepers who bless

         the ragged and the cultured, alike

             in the transcourse of the day. It is for

     the teacher who keeps food in her desk

         and thinks to ask, "are you hungry, child?"

 

This is for those who say, it is too late for them

      but they will cultivate Hope

          in others.

 

This is for the housewife who fantasizes

       about slaying dragons and the prince who

   slays her. It is for a pair of worn motorcyle boots

           with silver buckle and chain,

             whose owner can only ever reach out

  so far, but whose span

        covers the spirit of humanity in

        a tired pen and learned prose. For the man

              who saw God in a cheeseburger.

            For the woman who sees ghosts

      and sews her whispered heart's longings

           secretly, carefully, longingly

   into the quilt that covers her lap;

            her smile deceptively serene,

                  gripping needles in fists

         so you cannot see her hands shaking.

 

This is for the artist who hides, laughing,

           in plain sight with his Lady Muse. For

  the star-crossed lovers who drafted

         equations of love on a tangential curve

     whose equilibirum was interred

              half a continent away. For those

         who hold out for soul mates

        and the perfection of a desire

               that this time, will not hurt. For

   those with the courage to walk away

        from what does not serve, to find the skin

they are comfortable in, to look

    for wisdom in sources that

   are younger than 2000 years and further

       away than around the block. For those with

             the wherewithal to make mistakes

          and pay for transgressions and still

    put it out there again, anyway.

 

This is for those who believe that Life is Love;

    that sometimes your sweetheart can be true

         for a lifetime, but know that often,

    we change. We change, and we

         hold the space for others and we fly

               and with our flight we give them wings too

        and we look deep into a pair of eyes,

    a stranger, and we swallow our fear,

       we put forth a burned hand

        and say I understand or I too have seen

or sometimes, even, I could love you, deeply.

 

This, then is for the believers,

  the timeless wanderers and old souls, the star

     travelers and channelers of old gods, the

          creators of new ones and the worlds in which

     they inhabit. Those with the power

         to face and confront demons. This is for you,

   loudly, for battering down the door of my fortress,

             and for you, quietly

     for taking my hand, for showing me

                a different way to see.

 

Are you hungry, my friend?



© 2018 Marie Anzalone


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And this, dear friend, is POETRY! You so often empty your heartfelt thoughts before your readers, trying perhaps in the most diplomatic ways (though sometimes with a hard nudge) to sit up, take notice, take head out sand or wherever else it is. In this you've selected groups and individuals, problems, actions and ignorance - much more of the latter. Too many suffer the lack of not just food but hope for something more than just opening eyes of a morning and finding life the same as every day past. Yhen, there are other words, other thoughts, about hungering for love, loving, for caring and more: '.. For the star-crossed lovers who drafted ~ equations of love on a tangential curve ~ whose equilibirum was interred ~ half a continent away. For those ~ who hold out for soul mates ~
and the perfection of a desire ~ that this time, will not hurt.'

A brilliance of words and thoughs, my dear friend.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Cultivating the art of true presence is, I think, the most profund gift we ever developed to give ea.. read more
emmajoy

11 Years Ago

What happens is, what happened was, and neither can be erased, it's like each life's rolling stone. .. read more
Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

"the more deeply that sorrow has carved into your being, the more joy it can contain." -K. Gibranread more



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wow wow wow
what a poem
you have hit the nails on the heads here
love it
good luck in my competition, thanks for entering

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

And this small return is for you dearest friend. Who finds ways through. Who pick the flow of the river that is right and does something about it. Who writes the poetry that stands head and shoulders above anything I read, anywhere, anytime. But perhaps more importantly does not just write what she see's she lives what she believes. The journey is all.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This made me cry.. wow. Just wow.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jo Todd

11 Years Ago

lol made me tear up aswell
Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

thanks, Luke, I hope it was in a good way?
Luke Rawlings

11 Years Ago

It was. You can inspire emotions really well. Saying that, I have not cried at a poem for a negative.. read more
WOW!! Now I'm inspired to act!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thanks, Rico! Nice to see you here today :-)
Hope you have been well.
I have goose bumps, you write with such elegance and poise, compared to you I feel like my writing is brutish and stunted.
I have to say this is the best poem I have read in a long while and I feel it will sit with me for some time.
In 10years if I could be half the poet you are I would be happy.
Absolutely gorgeous!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much for both taking the time to read and review, and for the kindness of your words... read more
Jo Todd

10 Years Ago

Its been a year since i first read your poem and I still find myself coming back to it and it never .. read more
Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

Good luck at your workshop and show, Jo! You will do great :-) Your compliments this morning were co.. read more
Wonderful poem my friend. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much, Haven. I am glad you enjoyed my words.
Absolutely famished! My dear, lets get devouring!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Agreed... you bring the drink, I'll start some cooking!
ríða andlit

11 Years Ago

I can do that! I'll bring a vat of homemade salsa and chips, for a start, along with plenty of tequi.. read more
Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

most of my friends would appreciate the tequila... I'd appreciate any food I did not have to cook ri.. read more
daring women
and cheeseburgers, eh?
I could do this
confront my demons why dontcha?
HAI!!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Yep. Daring, uppity women. We are the ones who are going to change the world while you guys sit back.. read more
Mike Emil

11 Years Ago

I never sit back
ok you caught me
I do sit back
but I make my own damn cheeseburge.. read more
This is for you,
loudly, for battering down the door of my fortress,
and for you, quietly
for taking my hand, for showing me
a different way to see.

Are you hungry, my friend?

a very thought provoking poem. epic in stanza with plenty of meat on the bones. i loved the word choice and flow. a fitting ending with a question for the soul.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thank you, CHL, for this lovely review. It makes my heart glad that you saw this one in the exact sp.. 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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