Pandora's Maybe

for M.

 

My heart is a resting place;

       It contains a dead "maybe"

  like a forgotten leftover

           from the days

    of Pandora-

       [the original, not

   the music library that tries

 but cannot distinguish female vocalists

    and musical themes, but I digress].

 

I told you many things

     that night, but not this:

 that when you embraced me,

      held my ear against your chest,

   stroked my ribs with your fingertips...

      you may have performed

            a small miracle.

 

Conversation drifted only into safe waters;

    we spoke of cannots

and could nots

    and all of the reasons

  it simply would not be a good idea-

      of barriers and distance;

    old hurts, and what simply

   was NOT there.

 

What I did not tell you was this:

    your kiss gave resuscitation

       to a long dormant hope;

      in your arms, a "maybe"

felt safe enough to flutter its delicate wings

      and stirred its legs, one at a time,

          all six vying for purchase

        just once each, on my heart's

    innermost chamber.

 

Since then, love songs by female vocalists

    no longer sound the same

  and I think that "maybe" is trying

       to escape its tomb,

   brave the rapids of my blood,

          reach my open hands...

    and become a small gift

            for you?

  

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

'.. in your arms, a "maybe" ~ felt safe enough to flutter its delicate wings ..' .. a would be lover prays and undoubtedly years for that feeling.

You create extraordinary phrases and yet, simple they are, and honest. Could say more but would spoil the feeling i'm taking away with me. Thank you.

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you, Emma. With my writing, I do try to stop and ask, what is it that I am actually feeling? and then the arduous task of putting that into writing. Often I miss the mark... but I agree that the simplicity in this one helped it connect.

I do so appreciate you.

[emmajoy]

Love your writing, ok that's a crass comment but sincere.. you make me think, so often make me feel, both make your writing very special.

You know I always wish you the best of whatevers, but I really do hope 2014 holds so many wonderful this and thats for you, not merely shadows but the huggable, hold-able whatevers you truly seek. (You)

[Marie Anzalone]

thank you, my friend... and I sincerely wish the same for you, as well. I think 6 months of being cold tired and hungry all the time wore me down more than I thought. I am tryign to get back to what nourishes me and hopefully... hopefully... there are better days ahead. For so many of us.

[emmajoy]

Dear love, i know and am more than sad to think, no - to know how much you've been through. If only one could slide continents closer if not together. God and the gods willing, next year will be so much brighter for you. (You)

[Corset]

This opens some old boxes within my heart as well, how you have such a knack for writing the very things I seem to be feeling, and that is what makes you such an incredible poet, your fingers on the pulse of the under currents of life, so beautiful Marie as always.

[Marie Anzalone]

Thanks, Corset, I ma glad this one spoke to you. It's been 2 years since I have really tried, I think, and each passing opportunity these past 24 months have allowed me to open some doors a little more each time. Here's to hoping we both get it right in 2014. Hell with it... maybe we should just turn to each other? ;-) Give this place a little scandal to shake things up a bit.

[Corset]

well, you know what they say, only a woman knows what a woman wants, but as gracious as that offer is and as tempting as it maybe, my heart belongs to science and the excruciating male side of the color spectrum, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate a beauty when I see it...or in this case, read it.

[Corset]

ps, i know you were kidding, part of me wants to give them the what for as well, lol. We're going to be alright you know. somehow.