the same kind of whatever

the same kind of whatever

A Poem by Marie Anzalone
"

meditation on theme of "connection." First of a few on this theme. For our homework in the Casa los Altos poetry club.

"

I.                      

Thank you:

for being the kind of man

who understands the value

of adversity,

and, the shared intimacy

of reading the same books.

 

Thank you,

for these years of days

that we measured in gratitude,

in daily salutations, 

in acceptance

of the complexity we found:

interlocking geometric states,

whale song, 

and metamorphosis.

 

Thank you, for these nights

we spend in our own beds,

in our own homes; walking a

dream space between dwellings,

to meet in the middle

of some large open field

of that other time.

Where we lay each other

safely down in a warm

living highland sea

populated by grains and flowers

that this country never knew.

 

II.                    

It is true- when we pull

on the thread of any one thing,

we find it anchored

in the heart

of every other thing. To weave

you into the design of

this tapestry we call life,

I must include the details even

of the tables

where your obligations take

their meals and partake

of your company.

 

I am grateful for the way

you reached deep into my mind

before you ever thought

about my breasts; I am

in awe of the manner with which

your intelligence explored

my body before you ever

so much as touched

my hand.

 

There are some intimacies

that reach a woman’s core

far deeper

than any single body part

of any physical lover,

could ever touch.

 

III.                   

Thank you, then.

For also being the kind of man

who understands the value

of separateness, even at

that inexplicable juncture

where spirits find their

own threads

not just intertwined,

but made

from the same fibers

harvested the same day

from the same kind

of whatever that was.

 

And thank you, too,

for the honesty,

of not loving me enough.

Freeing me

to carve my own path,

find some version,

for my own keeping, of what

you cannot give me,

in this time, this place.

 

Thank you

for the shared adversity

that is teaching me

the patience

of the swan who has lost

her mate. 

© 2017 Marie Anzalone



Author's Note

Marie Anzalone
some day, I will stop writing for you. Today is not that day.

Spanish version being posted at my other page.

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Why oh why haven't readers flocked to this beautiful expression of forever love, how it makes a woman feel. Every line, every stanza, has its own magic. You're blessed with words and feelings, R, always have been.

There's something throughout this poem that leaves such a deep mark inside me - especially the quote.. for that, enormous thanks, dear you. .

'.. walking a
dream space between dwellings,
to meet in the middle
of some large open field
of that other time.'

Posted 1 Month Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Why oh why haven't readers flocked to this beautiful expression of forever love, how it makes a woman feel. Every line, every stanza, has its own magic. You're blessed with words and feelings, R, always have been.

There's something throughout this poem that leaves such a deep mark inside me - especially the quote.. for that, enormous thanks, dear you. .

'.. walking a
dream space between dwellings,
to meet in the middle
of some large open field
of that other time.'

Posted 1 Month Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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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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