poem: nothing to do with love

poem: nothing to do with love

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone

Surprise me. Go ahead.

Pick-axe and pole-ax your way through this glacier,

cross this continental divide

we are but modern day nomads

and I am not afraid to love. Not any more.


show up at my door like a real Latin lover-

complete with rose between your teeth

and mariachi backup and fireworks

(yes there must be fireworks)

and children playing soccer in the streets behind us


bring me chocolate, but do not stop there:

eat it with me, dip your fingers in everything,

get drenched. get messy-

take me down off this damned pedestal

and throw me onto the mattress

on the floor


or even bend me over the table but for the gods' sake

when you plunge, go deeper than anyone before you

meet me more than halfway-

let my energy overpower and empower

and submit to yours.


I have never met a Latin man who is not wounded;

who is not vulnerable in some heartbroken way,

there is no excuse to hold back

we are all victims, we have all been played

we all know how to keep score


we forget that score keeping has nothing to do

with love.


I am ready for the one to take this hand

meet this gaze; whisper to the princess in moonlight,

court the intellectual in aisles,

hold the scared little girl when wolves howl

and make the w***e submit in sunlight-

I am a strong woman, I do not need, nor ask for

all that is yours,


but I do need entrance

to your inner space, and I need a touch of the sacred

in my days- and a bit of the profane

in my nights


and above all, I beseech you:

give me the wonder you carried

like a broken childhood treasure...


and let me mend it and plant it and tend it

and gaze at its development in joy

in some field with you

alongside my own, which you plant for me;

like pioneers, we shall call this,

our incredibly humble and small

taming of the wilderness, simply: Home.



© 2014 Marie Anzalone


Author's Note

Marie Anzalone
translated into Spanish here: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/zorra_encantada/1352704/

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...or even bend me over the table but for the gods' sake
when you plunge, go deeper than anyone before you
meet me more than halfway...

Goodness woman, I love how you just say it! Raw and real and no holding back. I've always admired the freedom with which you wield your voice, your words, so ultimately-- your heart... Whether you are reaching for the beautiful or the profane... But this home, is all beauty... Powerful...

Posted 10 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

Horizon, if we cannot be authentic to ourselves in poetry, where can we be? What would you ask for i.. read more
Horizon K.

10 Years Ago

You are right, the permission we may most often need, is from ourselves ... To look within and ask t.. read more



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even Plath was afraid to admit to her desires. No one, in her unargued genius, gave to her
permission to want. At least, not out loud. And it is overpowering, inborn and native when
witnessed. This poem is characterized by a costant minimum or maximum boiling point
which is lower or higher than that of any of the components. This final stanza left me breathless.

dana

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

You know, Dana, one of the biggest differences I see between Latin litareture and US literature is a.. read more
h d e rushin

10 Years Ago

so true Marie, who knows the true "voice" of sex (or sexuality) in american literature? And this is .. read more
...or even bend me over the table but for the gods' sake
when you plunge, go deeper than anyone before you
meet me more than halfway...

Goodness woman, I love how you just say it! Raw and real and no holding back. I've always admired the freedom with which you wield your voice, your words, so ultimately-- your heart... Whether you are reaching for the beautiful or the profane... But this home, is all beauty... Powerful...

Posted 10 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

Horizon, if we cannot be authentic to ourselves in poetry, where can we be? What would you ask for i.. read more
Horizon K.

10 Years Ago

You are right, the permission we may most often need, is from ourselves ... To look within and ask t.. read more
Wow... exactly... I can't express how perfect this is... every piece of it from the idealization of love being broken down into the gritty passion of lust... to the opening of hearts and past wounds to be healed with compassion and respect. All of the wants and needs we have to create a home within each other...we need a little bit of it all, don't we... Absolutely loved this. Fantastic write!

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much, Kalypso, for taking the time to read and review. I think you nailed exactly wha.. read more
Dear Marie,

One rarely sees such an outpouring of the soul. You lay yourself bare. However, this is one of the traits of your poetry and why they are so engrossing to read.

So what is my reaction? I see the deep desires of your soul, and while you understand that we men are also wounded and deeply scared, and you are willing to grant some account for this, your desires are so demanding. We men must push this aside, take command, let unstoppable passion flow, and sweep you up. Yes, this would be a deep and pure sharing, and so desirable, but so hard to achieve in practice. I aspire to be such a man. I fall short. There are too many life distractions to reach this level of purity.

This is such an engaging poem. The power is there and undeniable. Ah, if only this could be achieved. This can happen in poetry and perhaps that is why poetry has such an attraction for me. But can this be achieved in life? Not with your hoped-for amount of success, I fear. Nonetheless, it is a noble and life-fullfilling goal. When we see something close we should grab it. The art of life is to know how close this needs to be before grabbing it, and not striving for, and never finding, something closer to one's ideal.

I salute you and your poem. I think you have distilled, and then crystalized, the desires of a woman that truly knows herself. May you find that man strong enough to push aside his wounds, and step up to share the wonders of your inner strength and soul.

A very rare 98% rating. I have never given higher.

All my best, Dear Lady!

Rick

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Rick. If the poetry does not challenge me, as a person, how can it possibly have an impac.. read more
Rick Puetter

10 Years Ago

I love your attitude towards life. It's the only way to have a chance at getting what you really wa.. read more
The title certainly suggests this would be an anti-love poem, and perhaps it is in the sense of putting the lie to Disney/faux Victorian (after all, who had more pornography than the Victorian Age?) concept of the completely chaste and courtly. I believe (and I suspect the title is more than a bit ironic and tongue-in-cheek) that it has everything to do with love, or with everything that has everything to do with love, examining it on all its planes from the most earthly and earthy to the idyllic. It's not only a wonderful concept wonderfully played out, but it's well-built to boot. This is some fine, fine writing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

Thanks, Kortas... I amy have missed the mark with my title on this one. In fact, I changed it twice... read more
you've captured so much here....so very personal, but you managed to make it as relatable as it is personal. while the whole of the piece was very good, the idea that i felt made it exceptional was the concept of home...hard to explain, but it really wrapped up all that you had to say and gave such clarity to all the lines preceding. well done.

CM.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

Thank you, CM. I find the concept of home to be something very lacking at least in my own history..... read more
two battered and broken hearts can learn trust...can bend each other over the table and get over the past pain...be unafraid to find home again.

wow, this is such a good poem...the wording really engaging.

jacob

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

10 Years Ago

yes, i do...trust either happens or not the first time...but when it is broken...it is something we .. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

10 Years Ago

and actually i think the learning isn't necessarily conscious learning...more subconscious.
Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

I cna get behind that, jacob. I still find, in the end, it truly is a leap of faith that you have to.. read more
When I read a poem, and it feels as if you can actually hear the voice, breathy, standing in the same room, what does that mean? I've been fortunate lately to read such poets, Hear, such a poet... It is happening again.

An extraordinary voice.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

thanks for your kind words, Diego. I try to make my work a dialogue rahter than monologue... ahrd to.. read more
Tree

10 Years Ago

I miss your voice. This piece in particular was as clear as your Guatemalan skies, rainy season, not.. read more
Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

ah, my friend, how I have missed your voice, as well. For you push me into deeper realms and shove m.. read more
perfect, in every way................................what more can I say, women want this.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

I do not know about all women, Corset. I know that I certainly analyzed carefully what it is that I .. read more

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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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