poem: Area of Refuge

poem: Area of Refuge

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone

Today, I am an emotional refugee,

carrying small comforts on my back

 

curling my body into armchairs

un-meeting gazes, rather, tucking

inside, quietly, retreating.

I stopped trembling at noon,

reassured by green grass expanses,

ice cream, a few kind words.

 

I am exaggerated calmness:

in every small action, deliberate

focus, a dancer tiptoeing an incline

of glass shards; a hollowed space

 

carved through the center of

something soft. The concrete

stairwell I found was marked

"Area of Refuge," I wanted to

believe it. I tried camoflauge

but living flesh gives up the lie.

 

Kinetic energy never could

stand still for so long. and maybe

I somewhat regret that, too.

 

Let me... have my scrap of cloth

a gift from the one who would ask me

to stay, if he could. Do not laugh

if I press my ear against trees,

to hear the heartbeat of sap, the

soothing murmuring of maple blood

in spring's warm green-gold glow.

 

I sleep only in protected spaces,

jolted into heart-pounding awareness

on every side. I am tired, this orphan

wants a home; this hunted spirit,

 

its place of refuge. I do not want to go

back to bunkers and fortresses, cold

silences and locked nights ticking on the

sound of my pulse gradually counting

 

down, down, down... into a sleep

that rests the body but never the soul.

There is something in the periphery

 

but I am too worn to believe, today;

an emotional immigrant, slipping

unnoticed into the safety of public

encounters, known earth.

 

Let me have my small comforts for now,

and let me continue believing,

tomorrow,there may be gentle rains,

and soft greens; hearts unclenched

from safe protected walls, unfurling

 

flags of truce-white paper, unfettered

movement; rushes of traced linen

land for refugees to pour foundations

 

and a space to slow dance with you.

even if yours is but an illusion of refuge,

a product of my own delusion-

far more than security of concrete-

I need it so very gladly, today.

 

 

 

 

 

 




© 2013 Marie Anzalone



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You have an uncanny knack of not only placing your own thoughts in the creative arena but also those of others. You can grasp a character and paint its feelings upon not only an understandable canvas but a very beautiful ,inspiring one at that.
It then matters not whether you are talking about yourself or someone you have observed. They are both your creations and they both ring with truths.

Posted 5 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

5 Years Ago

It's funny, Ken... when I write, I do always try to think, somewhere; "how can I make this relateabl.. read more



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'Let me have my small comforts for now, ~ and let me continue believing, ~ tomorrow,there may be gentle rains, ~ and soft greens; hearts unclenched ~ from safe protected walls, unfurling .. '

Tis easy enough to say there are always places of different colours for the mind and heart to hide a while. It's an escape from what is into a world of somewhere we make for ourselves, not necessarily solid, more a flow of space within. Strange that your reviewer below talks of placing your thoughts around others; it's as if you're embracing or taking them on a journey they might need to share. Perhaps people need refuge from exaggerated calmness, whether with or without influences far beyong self. The profundity and hidden emotions of this post far outreach many others in the Cafe.. as ever and always, Rachael, you make me think and wonder.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Thank you so very much, Emma. I am sorry I have incommunicada for a while. My computer has been need.. read more
I came back for just a moment to comment on this... I agree... We all have our special safe places.  If we are lucky, we can find that place inside ourselves, or tuck ourselves into some fold of nature and inhale... But sometimes this place can best be found in someone else... 
Your poetry crawls into my heart Marie... Always...
Horizon

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Horizon, if you get this, PM me. I have a message fro you from a mutual acquaintance.

.. read more
I tried camoflauge
but living flesh gives up the lie.

There are many lines here Marie, that I could just as easily copy and paste and point out how they stand out to me. I shall be reading this on many occasions I suspect because the artistry of your description touches a place in my soul where I too have found myself wanting to curl up inside and hide. This is fine work with a sense of honesty and vulnerability. As always when a poet gets real even to the point that it puts a few chinks in the armor it catches my attention and draws me in. That's what poetry is to me. I read this and pointed to the screen and said aloud in all crudeness "that's a f****n' poem right there - that's the s**t!"

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

5 Years Ago

Far too many of us, my friend, know what it is to live inside a battle zone of one kind or another. .. read more
you need more stacy keech in your life, girl
that would put things right

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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LJW
We seek out refuge globally and personally.

In the end we discover that neither can happen without the other.

Relatable, intelligent, introspective, emotive work, as always.


Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

5 Years Ago

Thanks, LJW, I always appreciate a review from you. That concept of refuge- yes, it is so necessary... read more
We all seek out these spaces. We all have our safe places. There were many areas in this write were I began to imagine the scene, tried to slide into your mind. ''I tried camouflage but living flesh gives up the lie.'' I was going to post a different poem today but had a hard time getting a few things right with it, but in it I roll along into that same theme, trying to become invisible... for whatever reason the poet seeks this illusion because it is necessary in order to document, we want to notice, but not be noticed... That last haunting stanza has stayed with me, I suspect I will be thinking for some time about that.... This poem is thick with meaning though, and it is begging for several more reads. In the sixth stanza I was moved by the writer's desire to connect with the tree, feel its ''heart beat''. But I could never ''laugh'' at that as the poet suggests but instead I feel pity for those who would not understand the desire to do, so....

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2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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Tree

5 Years Ago

When you pointed our two different techniques for attaining the power of invisibility I had to laugh.. read more
Marie Anzalone

5 Years Ago

oh I know :-)
I am quiet, not blind
You have an uncanny knack of not only placing your own thoughts in the creative arena but also those of others. You can grasp a character and paint its feelings upon not only an understandable canvas but a very beautiful ,inspiring one at that.
It then matters not whether you are talking about yourself or someone you have observed. They are both your creations and they both ring with truths.

Posted 5 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

5 Years Ago

It's funny, Ken... when I write, I do always try to think, somewhere; "how can I make this relateabl.. read more
Good Job! Your details make a flow to your piece of writing! :)
Not exactly my type, but very good, otherwise!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Marie Anzalone

5 Years Ago

Thank you for your review. Like most of my writing, the words describe a scene, an event, a feeling... read more
a cup of tea, maybe, and a quiet silence from someone who knows what it means to be, and green grass, yes . . . i almost took my young friend to an area of refuge this morning, i dropped him off with his sister instead, he wanted to check on her and make sure she's doing okay

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

5 Years Ago

Thank you for understanding, and for understanding how cryptic I need to be. Events have escalated i.. read more
Emily B

5 Years Ago

do you think we would take the chance if it wasn't for the paths that led us here?
Marie Anzalone

5 Years Ago

When I did my trauma therapy (now there is an opener, right?) I becmae very good friends with a youn.. read more
such well winded words...i am honored to read yer works always

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gombeggar

5 Years Ago

getting older? shame girl...only i'm allowed 2 ruminate about mah ponderously long years :P
Marie Anzalone

5 Years Ago

I'm thinking that is more of a universal affliction than you are maybe giving it credit for being
gombeggar

5 Years Ago

perhaps hubris overtakes me for a moment ;)

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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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