poem: formless

poem: formless

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone
"

not really a love poem but not really not one either

"

para DP, whose style inspired this

 

formless, formless...

we fall freely

into one direction or another:

suborbital spin,

probability functions-

 

we come from stardust

formless

until awakened

by a stellar orgasm

 

and dust coalesces to dust

ashes to ashes

we were thus formed

 

of nothing

 

perhaps we are lonely

because our cells' DNA's atoms' quarks'

electronic forces

remember being formless:

a thought before thought.

 

time before time.

 

out of chaos, more chaos

this thing, then

called love

 

and all we have ever had

to give each other, as fellow humans-

 

is, after all, stardust

imbued with the essence

of trying to impose

an order. any order

 

on that which is empty

and open and

formless;

 

yet so potential

so filled with probability

so rife with possibility

 

within our beings

between our beings

around our beings.

 

Maybe then

if you make someone explode

tonight-

 

you'll catch falling stars

and set them, ablaze, in your hearts

 

and your souls will forget,

just for the barest instant

the loneliness

 

of formless.

 




© 2012 Marie Anzalone



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Perhaps by being life.present we set off a chain of emotion with people who fill the space in which we move, whether it's still or transient or spinning creatively, philosophically, emotionally, realistically? We create with a touch, set off chimes which silently echo, asking to be heard, needing to be heard in order to give, share. From dust we come, with dust - and more, we display who and what we are or, more so, can become. Perhaps.

Coming back to this again, dear friend. I miss your inspiration, always have. Read this before, have spent a long time away, but never forgotten.

Posted 3 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

3 Years Ago

Emma, it is so nice to see your words grace my page again. I think all of pur interactions push each.. read more



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love,inspiration, we are here in a journey and is all about love,free love,"star dust" is formless like love,
beautiful metaphor for unconditional love, lovely.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Perhaps by being life.present we set off a chain of emotion with people who fill the space in which we move, whether it's still or transient or spinning creatively, philosophically, emotionally, realistically? We create with a touch, set off chimes which silently echo, asking to be heard, needing to be heard in order to give, share. From dust we come, with dust - and more, we display who and what we are or, more so, can become. Perhaps.

Coming back to this again, dear friend. I miss your inspiration, always have. Read this before, have spent a long time away, but never forgotten.

Posted 3 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

3 Years Ago

Emma, it is so nice to see your words grace my page again. I think all of pur interactions push each.. read more
we all long to take shape...to create, fill, live some form or another...that we might have been of significance...that we might have placed....that we may have touched so that we might feel and, in feeling, know....we were here. we had us. and we were.

lovely, this.

CM.

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Marie Anzalone

3 Years Ago

thnaks, CM, again lovely to see you back here! That longing, that drive to leave pur mark... I often.. read more
truely inspired and articulated so very beautifully, it seems forever the stretch of formless, then one day you wake up and it takes shape, in a thought, in a feeling, in the way the world becomes so beautiful one can barely stand to look at it, it's too sharp, too clear, too bright, too effervescently tangible. You are a such an incredible presence.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

3 Years Ago

Thank you, Corset, for your review and the kind words therein. Your description of awakening is furt.. read more
It is my belief that we are all the same age since we are all made of the same universal elements. And while we all have a great amount of potential, the problem is motivating the race to seek it without giving in to its destructive tendencies.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Very true that, panda. I had a conversation with a few writers on another piece about whether or not.. read more
Commanda Panda

4 Years Ago

There are parallel lives we are living that we can tap into with the right training. I found three, .. read more
Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

I believe you in that
Such a vast expanse of beauty and wonder in your words. The void that brought forth life and love and all that we embrace and value... You do make the stars simply dance triumphant, precious poet.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

I have that from so many, Craig... seems to be a big collective change coming to fruition, maybe? Ma.. read more
An owl on the moon

4 Years Ago

Yes.. perhaps that is the biggest step... to pass it on in a world that values knowledge over wisdom.. read more
Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Nothing in this world is more worth fighting for, standing up for, or asking for.
it is so good to come back to your words . . . like walking the same path on an entirely different day

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

I find that a lot when I revisit some favorites. the words have not changed; just my perspective has.. read more
Maybe not a love poem. Maybe a life poem. But then life is love. And nothing is so so free.
Well writ.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

All of love can be seen as an experience in life, all of life, as an experience of falling in love. .. read more
(Review for Change the World Comp)

I can not begin to even think about the praise you deserve for this work of art. Intelligence, awarenss, craft and the sense of forboding are just brilliantly weaved in with every word. I often thought growing up that my spiritual awareness and knowledge made me lonely because no one else wanted to see it, let alone talk about it. I guess I was unconsciously awear that nothing was our natural state while they were desperatly trying to gain posessions so they could perceive them selves has having something, even if they themselves were nothing. This was brilliantly descriptive but i feel it was like a narration by a physicist and could have maybe been more personal more emotional. However, this is just amazing and you have created something astonishing.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

I am not sure- 100 years ago, the average person had 2-3 times the vocabulary we do today, and it wa.. read more
thought provoking piece Marie, inspiring and questioning, with sprinkles of ancient wisdom, it has a great feel...

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Thanks, Rene... always a pleasure to see a review form you here on my work. I am glad this one evoke.. read more

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Marie Anzalone

Xela, Quetzaltenango, Guatemala



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Bilingual poet, essayist, novelist, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, .. more..

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