poem: Words so TallA Chapter by Marie Anzalonefor Ana Maria April 15, 2011
I wish I could write words tall enough to open the clouds for you to look down and see for just a moment all whose lives, touched by you; are somehow more, better, enhanced.
I wish I could pen words for a panorama, for that is what it would take for them to be able to embrace the presence you left behind when you moved on; as your time here was much more than the sum of typical daily trivia.
I wish there were words loving enough for us to express, with any sense of adequacy; the challenge you give us- to know when the clock will stop, and still give more than is taken in; like the sun itself, or the rain.
If one could hold a human spirit in a box of air, which sides frame the deserts and top brushes the ionosphere, and deep as one mother's love for all the lost children of the world, Then one could also start defining the scope of a life- dedicated, beautiful; and no more, no less, than fully complete.
If only we had the wisdom now, to frame the words, so tall, so expansive, so full of depth- we could also know how to follow the example of the likes of you; and make our homes, here and now, replicas of that final one.
© 2012 Marie AnzaloneAuthor's Note
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Added on April 18, 2011Last Updated on August 23, 2012 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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