poem: challenge

poem: challenge

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone

I miss who we once believed we were-

in our childhood days

stalwart adventurers, undaunted by any trial,

when we built our forts in the woods

and chased out the bad guys;

when we challenged each other

every sunrise and sunset

to see who could sight the furthest,

reach the highest,

dream the biggest;

and our heroes valued our emulation.

 

We had the courage of the young, the fearlessness

of those unaware of what could be lost.

 

But we have collectively lost much and

the dreams of children are wild fancies, I am told

that the the dreams of adults

must be bound by reality, thrice

put to play to rest to sleep.

But oh I so longed for someone like you

to see me again with the eyes of the young

boundless and courageous

peering into every cloud and

determined to scratch my nails

across the dirt of the world's gardens

searching for treasure.

 

And if you'll be so kind as to wear this cape, my friend

take my hand

... Let's go dancing at sunset

and see who can dream the biggest?

 

 

 

 




© 2012 Marie Anzalone



Author's Note

Marie Anzalone
not yet finished.. thoughts trying to seaprate themselves and take form

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You dont know how deep you touched me with that poem , maybe an hidden spot we all have , to go back to the time we were children , again , happy days with no fear , with hopes with dreams , when have we lost that abiltiy to dream ? the bounderies we put in our life , thats why I always feel I shouldnt miss ny oportunity to meet new people , to have a good chat , to go on a nice trip , to smell a flower to kiss a lover.... we only live once , life are so short ... wish we could fulfile our dreams , which we could even not be afraid to dream them at all ... sign ... I loved your poetry , I love that poem , especially those lines :

But oh I so longed for someone like you

to see me again with the eyes of the young

boundless and courageous

peering into every cloud and

determined to scratch my nails

across the dirt of the world's gardens

searching for treasure.


:) if I remember your fingers , you dont have much nails lol !








Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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what a deeply touching and beautifully written poem. you capture a dream and deliver an escape from this moment perfectly. excellent write!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This has your usual touch but holds thoughts that perhaps quite a few have at times. Being an adult isn't necessarily fun: we're expected to behave in certain ways, expected to conform, adhere to rules and regulation .. .. but, to climb a tree or jump in puddles with another person who doesnt laugh at you but with you, is more than a lover's pre-bound orchid! That person makes life worth living, together you share that caring cape around all the doubts and ultimately, make them weaker. Your somewhat sad thoughts become more beautiful line by line, dear Rachel.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sitting here, rubbing my eyes, sighing great shuddering sighs, wondering how I can ever translate what this makes my heart feel into words that make sense to anyone else.
But that really is what it is all about, isn't it? To escape from this onerous reality of adulthood, with its bills, its shattered illusions, its broken hearts, and to take a playmate once more who shares that wish, but can still on occasion offer us the special consolations unavailable to children (ahem!). Truly a "next star on the right, and straight on 'til morning" kind of dream.
I WILL accept your magic cape lady, as long as you don't try and persuade me to jump off the roof. Again. That didn't work even then!

Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

You dont know how deep you touched me with that poem , maybe an hidden spot we all have , to go back to the time we were children , again , happy days with no fear , with hopes with dreams , when have we lost that abiltiy to dream ? the bounderies we put in our life , thats why I always feel I shouldnt miss ny oportunity to meet new people , to have a good chat , to go on a nice trip , to smell a flower to kiss a lover.... we only live once , life are so short ... wish we could fulfile our dreams , which we could even not be afraid to dream them at all ... sign ... I loved your poetry , I love that poem , especially those lines :

But oh I so longed for someone like you

to see me again with the eyes of the young

boundless and courageous

peering into every cloud and

determined to scratch my nails

across the dirt of the world's gardens

searching for treasure.


:) if I remember your fingers , you dont have much nails lol !








Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

oh, you may never know how much I needed these words today . . .

Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Marie Anzalone
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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