An Unspoken GoodbyeA Poem by Marie Anzalonewritten for a contestIf objects had the power to record memories and sensations of what has passed them by; then inside this doorknob would reside a glance of eyes cut with shame, a hand, gripped tightly, fingers curled; and a sense of dread, knowing what is gone, is lost. It would give you insight, too: disheveled bedclothing, unmade for weeks, while its owner tossed and cried and smell the scent of madness, knowing there was no way out; and that the lingering hatred could never be reconciled by a maligned never recognized and unspoken goodbye. © 2010 Marie AnzaloneAuthor's Note
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Added on November 14, 2010Last Updated on December 19, 2010 AuthorMarie AnzaloneXecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutBilingual (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..Writing
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