Marie Anzalone's Blog, page 4

Dragon Eggs on the Moon

If I should die before you, my loveWait a few days; thendon’t just write me a poem-if you love me enough, you’ve already done that. Build me a world;don’t make me live eternally as a prisoner in this one. Start small;Middle Earth took entire agesto u..

One Day

How many of you-are not where you want to be if death were to arrive, next week;or not within distance of the hand you would want,in yours? How many of you will leave this world with a song inside that was never shared under some romantic sunsetin the most bea..

Triggers

Response to majority supremacy in the US and abroad. Read on international radio July 6, 2020

The shame of inability

 I.We lose so much of life in the space of not trusting;in the waiting for planets to align, the right momentto be invited in, given permission by the divine. I should be there with you,holding your hand throughthis grief, but a pandemic and aninabili..

Sunlight

first of three poems inspired by a series of extraordinarily vivid dreams these past two weeks

I Had Some Dreams

second of three poems based on a series of extraordinary dreams over the past two weeks

Dreams Among Trees

third of a series of poems based on extraordinary dreams over the past two weeks

Rain in Quarantine

translated from my original in Spanish

To my friends and loved ones who fear dying alone

don't read if you whine about long poems; this one needed to be written for me, nobody else.

Solitary Confinement

If we don’t make it,I hope the birds inherit the earth. Great big flocks of them; all colors, a celebration of their own resilience in front of their own pandemic of unchecked human expansion. May they carry seeds and fishesand reclaim what we selfishlytook ..