Atomic Heart

Atomic Heart

A Poem by Marie Anzalone
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Words of love from one poet to another

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Atomic Heart

We won’t live forever

but part of our love will

we’ll send it out to the universe

and maybe it will come back

to someone’s grandchild

messages from the old gods

laughter of ancient rocks

in ancient seas,

the perfect geometry

of a crystal excavated

from the earth;

held wondrously in a small palm

a child who remembers

that we are here, we are given life

beyond screens of digital entropy

beyond currency;

acts of agency, acts of curiosity

we are here to see each other

but we are also here

to look at the stars

and to create: new constructs

out of old ideas,

and so many forget that.

At the end of all things,

I will have been joyous

knowing, we took the time-

we sent the messages,

we held hands, we mended hearts

we imperfectly looked

at exploding skies, we ached

for the world; we learned

to see the atomic pulsing heart

of that star we call, the sun,

and we put his memorandum

into words to send; outward,

the wings of a thousand

small flying letter carriers.

We could easily have hated,

we could have surrendered,

we could have let distance

separate us, for good-

we were scared, we were lost

and we chose, to love.

 

 

© 2023 Marie Anzalone


Author's Note

Marie Anzalone
art is my own original piece

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Your words, start to finish, show the person you are but, of all, this is your heart magnificent:

' we learned
to see the atomic pulsing heart
of that star we call, the sun,
and we put his memorandum
into words to send; outward,
the wings of a thousand
small flying letter carriers.
We could easily have hated,
we could have surrendered,
we could have let distance
separate us, for good-
we were scared, we were lost
and we chose, to love.'

Is there anything better or more beautiful

Posted 5 Months Ago


You poem hold so much truth. Especially love your last five lines as it is a wonderful message and stands as a reminder for when we get caught up in meaningless things. Beautifully and wisely written.


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Intelligent and eloquently put. Our lost lots will always live in the love and educations they passed on to family and friends. I know that is how my mom is still alive on this earth even though she is in heaven.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The ending of this is probably the most beautiful and perfect ending there could be. I really enjoyed reading this but when I got to the end and warm and soothing sensation found me smiling,

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 14, 2023
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Marie Anzalone
Marie Anzalone

Xecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, Guatemala



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Bilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..

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