A Poem Never WrittenA 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 AnzaloneAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on July 17, 2011 Last Updated on April 5, 2013 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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