poem: Maps of Distant Shores

poem: Maps of Distant Shores

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone
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pondering

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If I had a secret love,

 maybe I'd think of that person

        in most of my spare breaths,

   wondering why no-one else could see

     fireflies dancing when we interact

and maybe, just maybe,

          I would stay up late,

     thinking of things to write,

  perhaps I'd draw a picture in words

        of what the maps of distant shores

           might look like

         if we found ourselves

   landing there in painted and gilded

      and rough-hewn

    sailing ships and dugouts and even

life rafts from boats that previously sank

       and maybe

  I'd look up and just say

      to the devil with GPS and compass

  and throw out the guide book; it would

only hinder this adventure and

    let's just explore the hell out

           this day, this situation, this place,

     what remains to us then of this life.

             With contention

        always lurking in shadows

          maybe most would never notice

      at all if we found joy

         buried like treasure in remote sands.

  They expect me to talk in riddles

     anyway. And maybe then

  the day might come for announcements

       and the heralding of trumpets,

           or maybe it is already here

         and someone forgot to tell me?

  But then, if I had a secret love,

        he might just about have

            your set to his eyes.

    Incongruous as that may be

    I think he might look a

        little or a lot, like you. Maybe.

 

 

      

 



© 2013 Marie Anzalone


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"if you find yourself alone, riding in green fields with the sun on your face, do not be troubled.
For you are in Elysium and you are already dead" Russle Crowe's Gladiator.

I have to remind myself that I am here, among other poets who can congur and make the most
magnificant light from secrets. And being among other like minds means that secret loves are
never antimicrobial, destroying the growth of pathogenic, good dreams and that their endings
hold a certain chosen truth.
however hard I try.

tremendous work.
dana

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

8 Years Ago

No Elysium Fields yet for you, dana- you bring far too much light of your own into this world and we.. read more



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Maybe...such a strange word, and yet one that is such a steadfast prescence in all of our lives. I am the queen of maybe's...but if I had a secret love, I too would throw caution to the wind and set sail into the unknown; for exploration is the key to passion and undying love. This was well written; conversational, relatable, dominantly phrased and filled with great, tangible imagery. A pleasure to read.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

8 Years Ago

Thank you, Sarah. I have had a few secret loves over the years, and when I did throw caution to the .. read more
Need a simple 'like' button here...for when more words aren't necessary :D



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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

8 Years Ago

Thank you, GG, for understanding
"if you find yourself alone, riding in green fields with the sun on your face, do not be troubled.
For you are in Elysium and you are already dead" Russle Crowe's Gladiator.

I have to remind myself that I am here, among other poets who can congur and make the most
magnificant light from secrets. And being among other like minds means that secret loves are
never antimicrobial, destroying the growth of pathogenic, good dreams and that their endings
hold a certain chosen truth.
however hard I try.

tremendous work.
dana

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

8 Years Ago

No Elysium Fields yet for you, dana- you bring far too much light of your own into this world and we.. read more
awwwww, Marie this is wonderful.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

8 Years Ago

he is your kid, you know, anytime we spend time with someone, we are an example and an anchor for th.. read more
Marie Anzalone

8 Years Ago

you know, I was commenting to Emma just yesterday on the concept of soul retrieval; how Natives beli.. read more
Emily B

8 Years Ago

it never occurred to me until i typed it to you, i think it was, wow!

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Marie Anzalone
Marie Anzalone

Xecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, Guatemala



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