poem: the owner of these words

poem: the owner of these words

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone

mornings like this I sit with a tear

welling in the corner of my eye

and I could not explain it to anyone

just that there is some fear gnawing away

a surety that the owner of these words

over all, does not matter, here

it is a morning for remembering walking alone

and contemplation of icy rivers

a morning for seeing truth in accusations

of every person who ever hated me

some days I feel so keenly

how I was robbed, how I let it happen,

days when I need others so much

and my words reach out to silence,

to nothing reflected back, not a single

glimpse of recognition. Trying new spaces,

blocked at every turn. I think, am I ever

even really HERE?

 

Sundays are hard. Family day.

a day to take stock all I did not accomplish

in the 6 days hence the last lonefull day.

doing what am I here? with me, with you

with the sound of children's laughter

and the smell of volcanic doings

on the wind at my window; and it is hard

to see the world around me;

harder the one behind. Do we spend our

lives reading books to be enlightened,

or do we wish simply to be entertained?

Maybe I will fold up into an origami project

so I can be better fit into small spaces;

digested by the average consumer. I have

always been admonished for taking

up too much space, for wanting.

and all the things I ever wanted point

to one heartbreaking truth- a desire by

the owner of these words to simply find

acceptance, as one who walks in two worlds,

an open door that says, your kind welcome here.

 

 

 

 




© 2013 Marie Anzalone



Author's Note

Marie Anzalone
Sundays are tough and lonely sometimes

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the title of this one put its arm around my shoulder and coaxed me into the house a poem is to have a look around .. I was reading in a routine sort of way thinking, 'hmm, sundays in the UK are just like any other day now .. we don't even have the luxury of a boring day to reflect or FEEL sad in our mania to do' .. but then the poem became intensely personal towards the end of the first verse esp:

Trying new spaces,
blocked at every turn. I think, am I ever
even really HERE?

Such is the life of an indie author. But then I realise it is a common feeling. So few win and those few who do win make many losers in their way. But that raises other questions as to who or what exactly is a winner or a loser! I thought the other day that 'when we no longer need to win, we have won'. This does not mean we cease to win, just that we don't 'need' to.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Thank you for extremely interesting take on this piece, Orlando. I wonder when and why and how we ca.. read more
R J Askew

4 Years Ago

Men love to beat other men, often literally. A man feels great when he beats another man. Men often .. read more



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the title of this one put its arm around my shoulder and coaxed me into the house a poem is to have a look around .. I was reading in a routine sort of way thinking, 'hmm, sundays in the UK are just like any other day now .. we don't even have the luxury of a boring day to reflect or FEEL sad in our mania to do' .. but then the poem became intensely personal towards the end of the first verse esp:

Trying new spaces,
blocked at every turn. I think, am I ever
even really HERE?

Such is the life of an indie author. But then I realise it is a common feeling. So few win and those few who do win make many losers in their way. But that raises other questions as to who or what exactly is a winner or a loser! I thought the other day that 'when we no longer need to win, we have won'. This does not mean we cease to win, just that we don't 'need' to.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Thank you for extremely interesting take on this piece, Orlando. I wonder when and why and how we ca.. read more
R J Askew

4 Years Ago

Men love to beat other men, often literally. A man feels great when he beats another man. Men often .. read more
You take up as much space as you need to, the one thing I've learned that turned my life around is it does not matter what other people say or do, it's your/my life and that's what is really important to get on with our own destiny.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

3 Years Ago

Thank yuo for the review, rhythm. We all need the time and space to grow.
hi marie, i am here with an idea, a different approach/solution.
i call it the anti-groundhog-day!
according to george miller, the limit of short term memory is six if letters and seven if numbers. so in this regard sunday is the worst combination; the name contains six letters and it is the number seven day.
break the rules, turn your life upside down, reorganize your life and pick another day for sunday. like ...thursday. it is day number four and it consists of eight letters.

remember ... if you want something you never had before, you have to do something you never done before!

as for the poem, i absolutely loved it! i felt sitting in the dark corner, knees pulled up while looking into the flames of that dark-yellow candle.stunning.


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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

testing, testing?
Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Just had my comment get eaten twice by a weird error. Will try one more time.
Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

What I tried to say was, I really love this idea, iliOZ. You've given me much to think on. This is w.. read more
I have had mornings like these, and they do not only occur on Sundays for me. You have show us the depths of quiet despair in this piece, where the feeling of isolation eats away at the soul like some animal scavenging for food. I enjoy the imagery and the wording/phrasing, but what I liked most (aside from the concept) was the flow of this one--it seemed gently disconnected, which worked so well with what you have written. I felt this one emotionally...

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Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

I think you nailed exactly how it is for me on days like this- I feel like I am disconnected from my.. read more
every day can be sunday and loneliness can be having no family or being a thousand miles away, or having a family less than a mile down the road and still be unable to share it with them. we have words that spill out upon pages in ink as surely as sentiments flowing like blood from our hearts and the painful thing is - that it is usually a stranger in a different state or even continent who truly does grasp the darkness that haunts you and the beauty that burns in a fire to consume the night sky. to those who are closest in proximity and to those who share our own blood, our words are more often enigmatic or just plain confusion. it is a gift and a curse they say. most days i pray for the simple joys of being the boy sitting in the sun content only in the knowledge that it is keeping me warm. the owner of these words must find the understanding and the acceptance of the very hand that gave them life upon the page before there can ever be hope of reaching out and embracing other flesh. poetry? bah - i write it - but i would rather just sit in the sun....

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

I've saved the toughest review for last, and that is a compliment. What you write of, that inner voi.. read more
Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

as for sitting in the sun... it occurs to me. Maybe all one has to do is just ask for it? Ask for it.. read more
Cool Handless Luke

4 Years Ago

no price to pay for peace. poetry isn't flesh and blood. no disrespect to any who their work means t.. read more
You are always welcome in my world, any day, including Sundays!
You are accepted, and my ear is available whenever needed!!

GG

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

thank you so very much, Gypsy. These are words we all need to hear sometimes.
I always imagine what Sunday can be like in Gratemala or is it even fair to suggest that it can be
any different than any place else? I felt in the second stanza the pacific ocean speaking in the
background like a Paul Gauguin painting with the Tahitians sprinkled around as little flowers;
A lonliness, a wanting for someone (something) familiar.....

one of you're more passionate writes.
dana

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

I am in the mountains, dana, an hour and a half from the Pacific coast. Most other days of the week,.. read more
sundays can be a lonely day for me..it's been a while since i even thought about this particular day as a sad thing..I usually just chalk these moods to hangovers and loneliness anymore
I want to give you an objective constructive review, but my urge to wallow is inspiring me to move along
it's a solid and focused piece of writing that i shall return to on a non-sunday

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Thank you for passing by and through, Shmoke. I always learn something when you do.
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

learning, the quintessential double edged sword :) I need to msg you about something while i remembe.. read more
Sundays are personal and mean so many different things to so many different people...It is the ODD day...the one tacked on at the end of the week; maybe as a joke.
I actually write more on Sundays, but these are MY Sundays...As I said, they are personal....I loved the poem by the way, full of such realism and teeming with life

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Thanks, Doctor. I think you are right on in your assessment of Sunday meaning so many different thin.. read more
simply knowing that there are those who care, who love you...is sometimes not enough when you feel the weight of unfounded hatred and scorn, is not enough sometimes. but we must revel in those gentler liaisons and embrace them with the light left in our souls. and , knowing that those who would do us harm will not go forth with impunity...there is solace in that...need i remind you of karma? i think not. excellent write.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Thank you for the thoughtful words, Quin. Under duress, I tend to go into a survival mode of a kind... read more
quinfinn

4 Years Ago

onward through the fog....things are better and will get more so.....

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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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