A Poem Never Written

A Poem Never Written

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone
"

"and if you break me, am I free?"

"

Maybe you will be the most beautiful poem I never write,

      a sketched outline on a pristine canvas of two lives

   tinted only by suggestion, not experience;

        raw in your power to become ...anything. Or nothing. 

 

If I dipped quill to well, and drafted the results,

       perhaps you would emerge in haiku-

     nothing tangible having passed, only the abstract;

            air meeting water, a heron wading close to shore

                          deeper waters unmuddied.

 

Would I be surpised to see you in Heroic couplet,

   courage found in moments summed of other hand than mine,

          divided by the remainder of steps,

    carrying us through fickle terrains of fidelity?

 

But, really, how would a sonnet with you read?

     Could the constraints of form, the forced rhythm

         accommodate two lands worth of learning

within stanzas as short as human lives and hearts?

 

So then, perhaps we but repeat those ageless stories,

  dictates the imagined villanelle of you;

     every mistake I ever made in love, each truth and lie I told:

making you either another chance, or the final straw.

 

And if you break me, am I free?

  Can even free verse possibly explain how this empty longing space

        was filled by your words and warmth

for a moment so short I wonder if I conjured you from a dream?

 

Am I left at last only with the memory,

     your arm at my waist, guiding me through waterlogged streets

like a child

          always remembering your laughter, a hug and kiss goodbye

in that most perfect poetic form; the driving, damning rain?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    

 

 

 

 

 

 



© 2013 Marie Anzalone


Author's Note

Marie Anzalone
Blending time and space and imaginings; remembering someone who might not have ever existed

Spanish version can be found here:

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/zorra_encantada/766818/

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This was like watching the movie 'Out of Africa'....a tale told, that feels like a dream, too horrible in parts, too surreal to have happened at all, too beautiful to hope the good parts could happen to you at all....
A very good blending of all things in this...

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thank you, my dear friend... I always go back to what Kahlil Gibran said and joy and sorrow; how the.. read more



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This was like watching the movie 'Out of Africa'....a tale told, that feels like a dream, too horrible in parts, too surreal to have happened at all, too beautiful to hope the good parts could happen to you at all....
A very good blending of all things in this...

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Thank you, my dear friend... I always go back to what Kahlil Gibran said and joy and sorrow; how the.. read more
Just back tracking and discovering some more of your work. I like that you have placed for us here a virtual anthology of your poems, always nice to know I have a place to go when I need to get my fix. This is a moving poem of recollection, and time; and how she after some distance can warp our perception. Tiny events in our life can become mountains of signifigance to us with the passage of time. Important things can last only seconds but later in order to never forget WE MUST elongate the memory, stretch it out. I think about a grainy important photograph that we continue to zoom into looking for more detail Anything that we might have missed, before. Then, because we have nowhere else to go We choose to live between those tiny grains, between the pixels. I have done this. I still do. I think all artists who honor remembrance do this. They have to, in order to survive.

Raquelita I also took a look at your spanish version, and that was even more beautiful.




Posted 12 Years Ago


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Marie Anzalone

12 Years Ago

Always a treasure to receive one of your reviews. I am actually trying to get the anthology publishe.. read more
To view a person, and your relationship with him, in the same space as that unrealized, amorphous space where lovely, or deep, or frightening thoughts reside uninked is truly a stroke of genius. "Can I allow him to flow where he will, or must I impose on him some long-proven and unquestionable design, in order to allow him to express his fulness?" And: "Am I artist enough to effect that design, whichever it is, and if allowed?" You, my friend are unquestionably artist enough. Write on!
For a parallel version of this same question, see my verse,
"A Tattered Tatting".

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Marie Anzalone

12 Years Ago

Thank you for your insights, Mark. This situation indeed forced me to examine everything I thought I.. read more
I have to say, that this is one of my favorite's I've read on here. You're an amazing writer. I can't even take my computer off this page. Ecxellent work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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"But....someone did exist; and once again, I'm forced to remember..."
thank you, creature of transparency...
masqued_muse^^

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I enjoyed the line, "the imagined villanelle of you."


very poetic...

Posted 13 Years Ago


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this is brilliant, and infinitely sad

Posted 13 Years Ago


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i really like the concept of someone being like a poem that was never written. so much potential, but never fulfilled. this was wonderfully written.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Actually I would be the tadpole just turned into frog...running like all getout to keep away from you the heron...and catching may flys as best I can...cunning little trappers those frogs....Sapos facinate Me..

Posted 13 Years Ago


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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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